I've always liked my name. Kisha. Unique, but not too weird. I think it sounds pretty with my middle name...Kisha Marie. The only thing that would make it better would be if it was Kisha Marie McDreamy, but hey, we can't all be winners.
I consider myself lucky because I know it could have been much, much worse. My parents were hippies...big, huge party hippies. My mom was thisclose to naming my brother Chaz. Freaking Chaz. What do you do with a name like Chaz? Figure skater? Soap opera actor? He's a mechanic, so I don't think Chaz would have worked out very well for him. Would you let some douche named Chaz work on your car? (My brother, the dear boy, is far from a douche. But I presume he would have turned out very much douchelike if he was indeed given the moniker my mother wanted to saddle him with.)
Kisha has proven a little difficult at times, however. No one can EVER spell it right. It's always Keisha, Keesha, Keysha, Kiesha....never the correct spelling. Hence, I am anal retentive about getting other's names correct. I mean, your name is probably the one thing most tied in to your identity! It's like saying, I don't really give a shit enough about you to spell your freaking name right. Lovely.
I also could never find any cool personalized shit at gift shops to buy. I would probably die if I did find a "Kisha" mug or keychain. After I picked myself up off the floor, I'd probably purchase their entire stock of cheap "Kisha" emblazoned merchandise, then come straight home and blog about it. Ha.
And not to be stereotypical, but most Kishas do not look like me. Kisha is typically an african american name, and I am as white as white girl gets. I've actually had people make that comment after reading or hearing my name before meeting me in person. But it's cool. I'm pretty fly for a white guy.
There haven't really been any famous Kishas to look up to. Hence my excitement when I hear of a new pop star, named Kesha, not quite right but close, and she was a white girl to boot! Whoo hoo! Kishas unite! Then I found out a little more about her.
At first, I thought she was just a generic pop star, albeit a bit of a drunken hot mess, which-hey, that's something I can get behind. Then I saw exactly how she spells her name. Ke$ha. Really. Bitch, you're a white girl from the burbs who got lucky and is now a certified one hit wonder. Congrats. You're not a baller by any stretch of the imagination. I feel like Michael Bolton in Office Space
: "There *was* nothing wrong with my name... until I was about twelve years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys."So, rather than fight it, I decided I'm going to roll with it. I'm going to join the trend and start signing my name Ki$ha. Can't you see me now? Signing The Curly Haired one in and out of preschool, writing checks at Costco, giving my signature for packages here at my house WAY in the 'burbs...I will be the coolest motherfracker EVER. This is going to give me instant street cred. From now on, just call me....
BAD ASS.
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