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What’s in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.

I never realised this during my several years of teaching Romeo and Juliet to high-schoolers, but this is just the type of thing an infatuated teenage girl would say.

Because names do matter. In fantasy fiction knowing someone’s true name gives you power over them. In the Bible names were often a prophesy about someone’s life purpose, sometimes decreed even before their birth, and divine calling on someone’s life was marked by a changing of their name. In many cultures today still, mispronouncing or shortening someone’s name (because it’s hard to pronounce) is a terrible insult, because their name means something and if you change the name, it no longer means the same thing.

In most Western cultures we’ve forgotten this. We think, like Juliet, that a name is just a label that we can use as long as we need it, and discard when we’re done with it.

A friend of mine is stepping out in faith and starting something new, and I’m part of a group of people she’s brought together to give her support, feedback, and some accountability. She also asked us for help coming up with a name for her new venture.

There were a few suggestions, and none of them were bad, but they were all so…everyday. They were generic. There are likely a few score other people using the exact same names, each one intending it to mean something slightly different.

So I didn’t suggest a name. I asked a question. What is your goal? What makes you stand out? What name fits what you plan to do, and that wouldn’t make as much sense if anyone else used it? In other words, what is your brand, that will make people think of you first and foremost, and no one else?

An oft-repeated joke among software engineers, attributed to Phil Karlton, is that there are only two hard things in Computer Science: cache invalidation and naming things. Coming up with clear, descriptive, but unique names for stuff while coding is surprisingly hard. It’s something I think of so continuously, it spills over into other areas of my life these days I guess.

I think Shakespeare understood the importance of names. That’s why those famous words were uttered by a foolish teenage girl, and not by a great emperor, king or general. What’s in a name? The very essence of what something is, so choose carefully!

On names (and what they smell like)

On names (and what they smell like)

Shakespeare famously wrote, “What is in a name?  A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”  Juliet says this as she muses over how she and Romeo can be together because she’s a Capulet, he’s a Montague, their families are arch enemies, and as far as she’s concerned all that stands between them is his name.  “So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.”  Simple, really:  Romeo must just give up his name (I had all my days explaining to my kids in English class that she actually meant his family name, not his first name) and then they can be together.  Ah, to be a naive teenager again, when the solutions to all of life’s problems were so very simple.

helloOf course, people attach different meaning to names.  For some, it’s merely a label, something that lets you know if people are talking to you.  For others it’s a part or their identity, helping to define who they are.  In several cultures a child’s name changes at a certain age, signifying the passage into adulthood, and on conversion to Islam, for example, it’s traditional to take a new name symbolising the end of the old life and the beginning of the new (this custom is also practised in certain Christian traditions, I think).

And then there are people with more than one name.  There’s their official name, by which they are registered and by which their mom still addresses them, and there’s the name by which they are known to the public.  I’m talking about stage names, pseudonyms, noms de plume and pen-names (yes, I know the last two are the same thing).  Yes, I’m also jumping on the bandwagon and throwing in my ten cents on the topic that has the interwebs, twitterverse and blogosphere abuzz this week:  Robert Galbraith who became an overnight sensation when it came out he is really JK Rowling (for some reason I desperately want to end this sentence with the words, “…in drag.”) Continue reading “On names (and what they smell like)”