And don't call me Shirley!
Bjork Eidsdottir didn't realise that when she named her daughter Blaer, which means light breeze
in Icelandic, she was actually giving her child a male name. Because light breeze
is such a masculine name, isn't it? (rolleyes)
And this upset the Icelandic authorities, who for years refused to recognise Blaer's name.
Which reminded me of other reports of odd names that people give their children. Or burden their children with in some cases. What's even odder is that some countries have lists of names which are acceptable and unacceptable.
New Zealand has allowed names like Number 16 Bus Shelter; Violence; and Midnight Chardonnay, but blocked Yeah Detroit; Sex Fruit; Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii; Cinderella Beauty Blossom (must've been a boy); and Fat Boy. Twins have been allowed Benson and Hedges, but not Fish and Chips; it seems New Zealand is less concerned about tobacco advertising than promoting unhealthy eating.
In the UK there are Superman; Gandalf; Gazza;* and children of both sex named Arsenal. While the US sports citizens named Enamel; Mustard M Mustard; Post Office; and Vagina—that last one could go either way.
But if Sweden can accept Metallica, why on earth can they not also accept Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbb11116, pronounced [ˈǎlːbɪn] (Albin)? It just seems totally reactionary.
* A retarded version of Gary, beloved of the UK's low-brow newspapers and their Neanderthal readership.