One nice thing about the internet is that it provides a quick means for huge nerds like me to catch up on tidbits of pop culture that might otherwise have gone overlooked. Because, you know, you wouldn't want to accidentally name your baby son a slang term for penis.
Not exactly the tribute to Ryan's grandfather we were hoping for.
You know you are cool when you require Wikipedia to learn this kind of information. If only it had been around when I was in high school.
Not sure how I missed this one, since it was a prominent storyline on at least one episode of Sex and the City. An episode that I now remember watching. In fact I just realized with horror that the voice I've been hearing using Bravo's future name in my head was none other than Trey McDougal's. And he sure wasn't talking about a little boy.
Oh wow can you imagine the snickering at his baptism? Or high school graduation? Or from the L.L. Bean employee charged with monogramming it on a tote bag?
There was no way we could go ahead with the name after this. He's already at a social disadvantage by having Ryan (doctorate in engineering) and me (ABD in science) as parents. A gymnast just fell off the balance beam on TV and I said "Oh, I hope Charlie pursues academic interests, I couldn't watch him get hurt like that!" and Ryan replied "He's going to be a Mathlete!" and I said "I'll put a bumper sticker on the car that says 'My mathlete could integrate parabolas around your football player'" and we both laughed a little too loud. Isn't it lucky we found each other?
It was surprisingly easy for us to come up with a new name that has NO Wikipedia pages yet. No serial killers, no politicians, no washed up celebrities, and certainly no lewd anatomical references.
I also (very very nervously) Googled Charlie's full first and middle names, and learned that Charles Hamilton was a highly respected race and social justice activist on the faculty of Harvard Law School. Phew!