All the biggest names coming out to play–Miley, JT, Lorde, and many other people that I enjoy pretending to know on a first name basis.
I wonder if my name is a wound that won’t heal. I wonder if every time it gets brought up, you try to sew it back together with the remaining threads of whatever mess this was.
Sure, I may remember the names of everyone else I slept with and I might even know the general ballpark of their birthdays, but for the most part, I didn’t know them in a way that I know my closest friends. It now seems easier to open your legs for someone than cry on their shoulder in a cab.
It’s not against the rules to take the name of a male saint. Even nuns do it when entering an order if they feel particularly drawn to a certain saint, or their work. No, it’s not against the rules, but it is also not the ideal choice for a twelve year-old girl trying to blend in with the Limited Too crowd.
She was never embarrassed to say your name or to hold your hand in public. She was never unsure of where she stood because the answer was always, “Right next to him.”
When I stopped frowning seeing the alphabet of your first name appeared in any sudden thin air, or your last name on a Chinese restaurant’s receipt, similar to the cashier’s, or the waiter’s.
In this day and age, coming up with a unique, catchy username is harder than ever.
Here are some thoughts and memories I have about the AOL Screen Name Era of the late 90s and early 2000s, and why it was the most absurd and simultaneously awesome experience that only our generation will have.