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What's in a name?

Ganked from paradigmshifty.

Andrew is the #35 most common male name.
0.537% of men in the US are named Andrew.
Around 657825 US men are named Andrew!
source namestatistics.com


Jones is the #4 most common last name.
0.621% of last names in the US are Jones.
Around 1552500 US last names are Jones!
source namestatistics.com


If you add in my middle name as well:
John is the #2 most common male name.
3.271% of men in the US are named John.
Around 4006975 US men are named John!
source namestatistics.com


I don't like my name.

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paradigmshifty
Dec. 28th, 2004 04:01 pm (UTC)
I don't like my name.

Then change it dear boy, change it. It's not that difficult, or even expensive any more.
draquin
Dec. 28th, 2004 04:05 pm (UTC)
You could always change it if it bothers you.

How about "Hildegarde Northwind Bloomers-MacWhatsit" or "Un O'r Tylwyth Teg Enwog" or "Penboethyn Chwaraewr o'Chwarae" or "Andrei Vladimir Ivanovich Basilogromov" or "Perceval Hubert Cholmondeley-Winklebottom IV"...

Or you could stick with "AJ", at least it's easy to remember.
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