I suppose everyone has issues with their name. After all, it's not like we got to choose it. Rather, it was thrust upon us, unwillingly, often before our parents even took the time to get to know us; and here we are, saddled with it for the duration of our lives.
The name Lisa was a nickname of Elizabeth, at about the time dinosaurs roamed the earth and people thought that disease could be cured by "bleeding" patients--oh wait, those events didn't happen concurrently. Anyway, it's an old name.
Ironically, the name "Lisa" didn't become really popular until the 1970's, when all of humankind devolved into the most perplexing time period in the history of the human race. Now, I was a baby in the 70's, so most of my experience was limited to diaper rash and formula, but as far as popular culture goes, that was one whacked out decade.
Here are some examples:
|That 70's Dad|
Hair was "feathered" instead of combed.
Trousers named after bells were considered
People collected pet rocks, named them and even "took care" of them...what??
Mood rings signaled others about how one was "feeeeeeling."
People streaked in public places, not just from the bathroom to the bedroom.
Men wore clothing called "leisure suits"--made from the oh-so-soft-and-never-chaffing wonder fabric,
polyester. These one piece suits showcased a man's fine physique (or not) and the extra wide collar framed
HUGE sideburns, the size of lamb chops, ever so nicely.
After roller skating, women--and men, would don platform shoes to wear the rest of the day. Although slightly shorter than some of Lady Gaga's shoes, platforms gave a psychological edge to the vertically challenged while making the vertically triumphant reach for oxygen masks to aid breathing at such high altitudes.
The Bee Gees were hailed as deities and all humankind bought combs in order to feather and fluff their luscious locks. Women wanted to look like Farrah Faucet, and men wanted to too.
But what does this have to do with my name? The fact is, I was named in a ridiculous era. My nickname is, "Lease" like rent..as in, "Hey legal contract between lessor and lessee putting land or property of the former at the disposal of the latter usually for a slated period! How's it going?"
Lisa isn't a name for a 37 year old woman. (No offense intended to all those 30-something Lisas out there) For the sake of deleting the horror of the 70's from our collective societal conscience, it behooves all Lisas, everywhere, to change their names to something less polyester associated and something cooler...
How do you feel about your name?
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