If your name is “Gina”, you do not want to go to high school in Virginia, trust me. Personalized license plates were popular at my school, and some common ones were those with the initials “VA” (for Virginia, of course), and your graduation year or name. I considered getting plates with the nickname some students had graciously given me: “VA Gina”, but I didn’t think the DMV (or my parents) would allow it.
If your last name is also “Crapson” (like my maiden name is) then you are probably already used to being picked on because of your name, so it won’t bother you as much. Yes, that is pronounced exactly like you think it is: Crap son. If you are like my sister Lori who first got rid of “Crapson” by marrying a man with the last name “Lupori”, thus making your name “Lori Lupori”, well all I can say is: you brought it on yourself, Lo Lupo.
Apparently one of my ancestors actually changed our last name to “Crapson”, so it must have been really bad before! Growing up with the name required a sense of humor, and whenever anyone would say “Crap!” in front of my dad, he would always respond “Don’t take my name in vain!”
VA Gina Crapson is now NE Gina Ethridge (Mrs. GE), and Lori Lupori is now Lori Vanderplow (Mrs. VP). Our new names are the sole reason we married our husbands. Just kidding! Although I do sometimes wonder what possessed my mother, who had a perfectly fine last name, to marry a man named “Crapson”. That’s true love if I ever saw it!
My sister Brandi and I were both named after songs, and we argue over which song is worse. While“Brandi, You’re a Fine Girl” is not exactly my cup of tea, I still think it’s slightly better than “Gina”. The song may suck, but I do like my name, and I’m just glad I wasn’t named “Sissy”, or something like that.