My parents named me after the Rolling Stone's "Angie," but they never meant to call me anything other than "Angela." Being the rebel that I am, I wouldn't meekly stand by and let my parents decide what to name me.
"Angela" was a popular name in the late 70's and early 80's. Heck, I was one of three Angela's in my class at school, and in my dance troupe there was as many as four other Angela's at any given time.
So, when taking roll at the first day of Kindergarten, the teacher came to my name and sad, "Angela? Hmmmm...... do you like to be called "Angela" or "Angie?"
You mean I get a choice? Well!
I never really explained how this came about to my parents, who for twenty years wondered why the hell every one was calling their daughter, "Angie."
In naming my own children, I took pains to try to name them something unique enough that they wouldn't have to go through the, "Which Angela are you? Angela M., Angela B., or Angela T.?" rigamarole I went through.
So far, I've been successful. But if either of my girls truly want, they can change their names when they get older.* I probably won't announce this to them though, lest I become the proud mother of "Cherry SweetLips" and "Destiny SparkleJugs" or some other name inspired by the ladies at the local gentleman's club.
Keep them out of prison and off the pole, that's my motto.
*For the record, I don't hate my name and wouldn't change it. Well, I did change it when I got married. But being the crazy feminist I am, I seriously considered NOT changing it. So I kept my first name, changed my middle name to my maiden name, and took my husband's last name for my own. It's more confusing that way.**
**For those who know me in real life, please refrain from using my middle and last name in the comments. Instead, you may refer to me by my stripper name: Sapphire VelvetCheeks. I suggest you do the same.