I was doing a little research for a blog post about Annika Sorenstam’s baby when I remembered that the Atlanta Journal-Constitution came out a couple of years ago with this database of unusual baby names in Georgia.

There are two kids in Georgia - right now - named Fabrege.  Seriously?  Why would you do that to your children?!

What is there to gain by naming your kid something that is sure to get them beat up and made fun of for the rest of their life?  I don’t mean til high school.  I mean, forever.  Keeps you from getting a job, getting into schools, wearing name tags at social functions.  It’s all a bad deal.

And for what?  So you can walk around knowing there’s no way in hell that your kid has the same name as someone else’s kid within a 500 mile radius?

Wel, how do you have to feel if you’re the first person to name your kid Fabrege?  Some other asshole copied you!  Great.  Now your name is not only unoriginal, but published for the whole world to see.

It is no wonder that our kids feel such a sense of entitlement.  Parents are willing to go to extreme lengths to name children uniquely.  It just carries on through the rest of their lives, causing them to overcompensate for the fact that they’re named after an expensive egg, some kind of fabric softener, or a fictional cartoon character.

I didn’t demand a cell phone when I was little - and I’m the only child.  Maybe if I was named Tonka instead of Ryan, I would’ve.