Just a brief blog, bleat of protest. My name is a pain. There is nothing I can do about my name. My name has caused me problems almost from the time I could pronounce it, but, it is not my fault!
Oddly enough I didn't name myself, that privilege belonged to my misguided parents.
This latest rant comes about because your name is how people recognise you or think they recognise you and they make assumptions accordingly.
At weekly intervals, or thereabouts, someone or other around the blogosphere refers to me as a male.
I am a female, have always been a female, never wanted to be anything else (until now, that is), but, but, my name is Ray.
My parents were Welsh, which might excuse them in some circles, and I was their firstborn so they were still of the impression that there was something wonderfull about little girls. My mother when tackled about it said "we thought, ray of light, ray of sunshine".
Had they any idea how I would turn out they might have thought twice, though 'thundercloud', 'miseria' or 'pain in the ....' might not have been acceptable in the wider world.
I am tired of explaining my name to the curious and wish to state once and for all I am a woman, there are those in the world who could should they be questioned closely testify to that statement, and I wish to be known henceforth as MADAM!