Afternoon Baseball

Common-sense ruminations on baseball and culture.

A lot was made of the Easter Egg Roll on the White House lawn and the "gay crashing" of it. It seems things went well, as far as I could tell. Personally, I think a kid can have any number of dads or moms, as long as at least one of them is a decent parent. But this quote from the AP story blew me away:

"For me, I would never have thought of coming on our own," said Kevin Patton-hock, 46, of Boston, who attended with his partner, Arthur, and their two kids, 6-year-old Mao and 5-year-old Chet.

Dude, c'mon. You can't be serious, to coin John McEnroe. Other cliches to express disbelief. (By the way, how do you go from Mao to Chet? Blind choice from a name book, I suppose).

You could have a relationship among three humans of two genders and a hermaphrodite, a dog and a goat when you're intoxicated, with a little bit of take-your-pick fetish thrown in, and my only advice for you would be: Don't name your kids Mao, Stalin, or Hitler. Or Genghis, I suppose.

God forbid young Mao decides to follow his namesake's example. Best-case scenario, he gets venereal disease and spreads it to hundreds of women (I did a long report in school on Mao once, so I have these facts in my head).

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