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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nope, not a Coleslaw.
Hey Tep! I'm watching the Blue Beetle episode of Brave and Bold right now. (actually work related. Sort of.)
My mother swears no one was naming their kids "sara/h" when I was born.
Nine sara/hs in my graduating class of 350. Five in my AP English class. (Only) three in my Intro to Judaic Civ class in college, but we all talked a lot.
We have six Sara(h)s out of 150 people at my office. Five David's, too. Only one other Heather, though.
This is a weird conversation to catch up on, as I had a long discussion about baby names just the other day. Improbable Girl and I have very different opinions on girls' names, partly because she comes from a very nickname-heavy family and I don't, so she tends towards the fancy long names with cutesy nicknames while I tend to prefer shorter names that stand alone.
My sister was one of something like seven Sara(h)s, five of whom were Sara(h) Elizabeths in her college class of 500 or so.
Most popular girls names in my high school class were the various spellings of Kristen, Christine, and Christina. With most of the more common names, we kind of decided in kindergarten who would get which nickname, and stuck with that through high school (so we had a Dan, a Danny, and a Daniel, and so on), but with those names, there were so many of them that, even after designating a Chrissie and a Kristy, there was still one Christine, one Christina, and at least three Kristens (all with different spellings, though -- one Kristen, one Christen, and one Cristin.)
I've never gotten through a conversation about my name without being asked about Erica Kane, soap opera vixen. Whom I was not named for, but who apparently had quite the vixen hot streak about the time that I was born
A LOT of Jennifers in my HS graduating glass of 500.
I only knew one other Barbara growing up and the irony was that her surname was Fitterer while mine was Ferrer. We often got things that were meant for the other.
As I think I've mentioned before, my freshman year in college my dorm had 8 women and 9 Daves.