What with botox and exercise, in addition to plastic surgery, it is very difficult to assess the longevity of certain folks.
Some people have great genes. Dick Clark, having survived a stroke and confined to a wheelchair still has appears to be young.
Okay youngish.
There are groups that meld together. Most of Congress look like rich, old white guys. And act like such.
The guards for the Senate and House once were forced to memorize the pictures of all 535 representatives.
Maybe they still do. After all, one corrupt fat cat resembles another. And pity the poor staff person who questions the guy representing Boise, Iowa from entering the chambers.
I believe they all presently wear badges or some sort of identification. Each member should also list the industries they shill for: in alphabetical order.
But I digress.
It seems that names generally have an expiration date. All the appellations of my friends growing up, sound old and stale.
Susan and Sally. Linda, Lynn, Debbie and yes, Barbara.
Some names regenerate like a phoenix. My mother hated Sophie but lived long enough to see it become very popular. People from the Bible wane in and out, with Noah and Jeremiah occasionally bubbling to the surface.
Many antiquated or ethnic examples might never return in large numbers. Irving and Hymie. Bertha, Bella and Beatrice.
To cite just a few examples.
I have witnessed the great surname as first name. Yes, that would be you Tyler. And Taylor. And so on.
Gender blending. Sydney and Kelsey. By the way, that was the only restriction Dario initially posited on naming our son. He didn't want anything that could go "both ways" as he stated. He added a second caveat when he learned that I would honor my father, named Kermit. So Kermit landed in the middle of Jonathan's full address.
It would have been first if not for: a. the frog and b. the issue I had with calling my son my father's name.
But I digress again.
Rivers and counties of Ireland had a strong showing a generation ago.
In a blink of an eye, there will be geriatric Jessicas lining up for their hip replacement surgery. And scores of Brittanys, with every conceivable spelling, playing shuffleboard.
Some stalwarts remain. John and James. Julia and Julie. Other names present different iterations of nickname.
Elizabeth is still a favorite, with less Peggys and more Lizs.
So, as I spin and go to pilates and try to live a healthy lifestyle, I must change one thing. Just call me Barrie.
And indict Bush.
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