Dear Prophecies of Childhood: Names Do Matter, Just Not Your Own

17 Jul

When we were little, my bff and I were talking about baby names, like you do. 

My (white) bff, who’d just moved to Seattle from Madison Wisconsin, decided she wanted to have triplets when she grew up and name them Angelique, Dominique, and Monique. 

I (also white, in case you missed it) said I wanted to have twins and name them Casey and Cassie.

She grew up to be a leader of the LGBTQI organization at her college, major in African American Studies, have tattoos, and run off to San Francisco the minute she was out of school. She works in a museum and doesn’t believe in marriage and recently cut all her hair off.

I grew up to be pretty boring.




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