Stolen from Kottke - the Social Security Administration's 2005 list of top baby names (your tax dollars at work. When you are old and destitute, you can thank them for projects like this).
I don't know why the girls' names are so much more barf-worthy to me than the boys'. I guess because parents try to get creative with the girls.
For special feelings of queasiness, I select Madison (#3 on the most-popular list), Ava (oh, come on! Just call her "Princess Grace" and get your whole 50's movie star worship thing out of the way) and the much-overused "Ashley."
Other girls' names I may scream if I hear one more time:
Tiffany (I know someone named Tiffni. No! No! Bad mommy.)
Caitlyn/Caitlin/Kaitlyn/Kaitlynn/however you spell it
Brittany (I worked with a dear wonderful woman who named her child Britni. Sigh. First, it is the name of a Spaniel. Second, spelling counts, people.)
Names I wish would come back because they crack me up:
I guess I am good with that ending "L" sound.
Ok, that's enough bitching about names for now. I know you can't help the name you were given. You can barely help what you named your kid.
Fer chrissakes, I had to grow up with that g**d*mn Johnny Cash song "A Boy Named Sue" so that is probably what scarred me so badly about the whole name business in the first place. Every adult I met, upon hearing my name, would lean over and leer "Are you a boy named Sue? How do you do?" That is how I perfected my blank hateful stare at an early age. I mean, I must have heard it 1000 times.
And if I had a girl what would I call her? Xochitl, of course. A fine strong Aztec name. You got a problem with that?