names

When you see my name on a name tag or written somewhere, I get that you’ll likely use the English pronunciation. You can’t know how I say my name until I tell you.

Here at the Clog, we’ve used a few words far too much. Some names have started to mush together and lose all their meanings.

Being aware of the gender biases at play was the first step in freeing myself from the expectations and conditioning of my gender.

Acknowledging our names is equivalent to acknowledging the power of where we come from, no matter how storied or displeasing our ancestral clues may be.

To give yourself more humor and spice in your daily routine, we at the Clog suggest changing things up by altering your Zoom screen name to something fun.

I realized our names don’t define us — instead we fill them with our own identities. My name has nothing to do with my dad and I’ve reclaimed it as mine. In the end, I’ve decided I don’t need to change my name. I’m happy with just making it my own.

I was born in 1994 amid a generation of Nicks — I’m the ‘90s Linda, the millennial Larry, appelatively tied to my generation and doomed to encounter fellow Nicks in my age bracket for the rest of my life.

Historically, nobody has cared about those rules unless in relation to heirs closer to the throne.

While all of these playlists have been selected because of their witty and interesting names, the song choices for all of them are impeccable as well.