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To: epicure who wrote (101262)	4/14/2005 7:15:36 PM
From: MulhollandDrive	Respond to of 108807

But the kind of parents who name their son Jake don't tend to live in the same neighborhoods or share economic circumstances with the kind of parents who name their son DeShawn. And that's why, on average, a boy named Jake will tend to earn more money and get more education than a boy named DeShawn. DeShawn's name is an indicator—but not a cause—of his life path. or perhaps... just perhaps.... the parents of "jake" realized that if they name their son 'de shawn' (or kunta kente for that matter) they are saddling him with 'one strike against'.....just as an anglo naming their daughter 'amber' or 'britney' or 'tiffany' with the expectation she may have the stuff to go on to a higher level of achievement....(anyone have a concern about seeing a dr. amber or dr. tiffany for a brain tumor operation???) i would agree it is indeed an indicator...not a cause...but the author misses the point. the indicator is the lack of intelligence and foresight of the parents who name their children irresponsibly, (not the fact that they live in different neighborhoods) ....lacking a clear understanding of the world in which we live...the recognition of the fact that certain names carry certain stereotypical associations and simply either ignore them(all about the parents not the child) OR they are too stupid to recognize them either way , bad news for the child so it's not the 'hood' it's the parents (nurture) the naming of a child reflects the attitudes and cognisance of the PARENTS who are either willing or unwilling (for whatever reason) to subjugate their preferences to the benefit of the child

To: epicure who wrote (101262)	4/14/2005 7:23:44 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I vote for Moon Unit Zappa. Or my favorite brand of coffee, "Three Peckered Billy Goat, made with Mysore Nuggets" ravensbrew.com mysoretourism.org That was a fascinating article, but it's not a new idea for those of us who remember Johnny Cash. My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong." He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'" I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name! C:\HOME\REALLYRICS\LYRICS\../Common/Connect.inc, line 55