I never wanted to give up my given name. I'm proud of it, but the only problem was that no one remembered it. It was just a little too awkward, and they mispronounced it so frequently.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother's very proud of the name she gave me. She thought it sounded rhythmically better. It doesn't really make a difference to me what people call me, but since my mother calls me Holly Marie when she's angry, I prefer just my first name.
I am happy with my name. It is such an attraction, and it makes people laugh.
I don't even correct people when they mispronounce my name now.
I can't believe that people actually know my first and last name. I think it's really, really, gosh-darn neat.
I don't understand why people don't remember my name.
I wasn't aware I was trading on my good name; I've never had a good name.
I am very aware of my family name. I'm very aware of the legacy that that kind of carries with it. And I think that I didn't want to lose any kind of hold of that. And I think once you're born into something that you're proud of and that you're aware of, you don't take it lightly.
I love my name. I didn't used to when I was a kid. People called me Lucky Charms, after the breakfast cereal.
I hate my name. It's a stupid, horrible name.
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.