What’s in A,
By Tifani Milewski
When I was younger I hated my name. It’s a name with such…I don’t know such…implications.
I do not look like a Tifani.
A Tiffani.
A Tifany.
A Tiffany.
You have to know what I mean right? It’s a name so sugary sweet it practically curls upon the page: Tifani, Tiffani. Tifany Tiffany.
It’s cotton candy. Its marshmallow fluff. It’s the name of a doll, a princess.
A stripper.
No offense to all you other “Tiffany’s”. Let’s use the “original” spelling here (or the only one that came up right on spell check) who have tried to work past the name. To be something more then sparkles and fluff with just a dash of rainbows.
I could never complain to my Mother (Just my mother. According to my father he wanted to name me either Helena or Shannon….Do I look like a Helena?) Apparently she’d loved the name had it picked out since she was six years old (cue the AWWWWWWW, right?) and she could not be fazed could never see my horror at being given such a sweet name.
Maybe if I had ended up a super model, trophy wife, or ballerina…but what world famous authors/doctor’s/actresses (I’ve wanted to be many thing’s in life) are named Tiffany? Huh? Name one and for those of you who have seen Saved by the Bell don’t you dare bring up Ms. Theissen. She doesn’t count.
Point made. Right?
I was too smart to be a “Tiffany”.
Too independent.
Too dignified.
(And again this is just me being a little full of myself. No offense to all you other Tiffany’s.)
And my mother could never see that (will never see that) because she has to LOVE the name so much, since she was six years old.
“Tiffany’s” is the name of a jewelry store in an Audrey Hepburn movie.
“Tiffany” is not…I am NOT a Tiffany!!!!!
You see my point right?
Right?
Shut up! I am not making a big deal out of this. You try walking around with a name that could induce cavities and pretty much predestines a love of the color pink (and I don’t hate pink…I tried for so long!) and then you have earned the right to complain to me.
Okay???!!!
Okay.
Well….
Yeah….
So anyway you’ve probably noticed that I’m saying this all in the past tense right?
Meaning I’m over my past….issues…with what my mother choose to call me out of the BILLIONS of other….anyway I’m over it, I’m over it, it’s not so bad and she meant well giving me a tiny piece of individuality among all the strippers and cheerleaders (Again no offense…don’t hate me!). Out of the fifteen or so other “Tiffany’s” I’ve met in my lifetime I’m the only one with one “F” and one “I” so that’s something. Right? Right.
And I like many others am working on reclaiming the name, making it my own, adding a little less sugar, and a little more buy my books and worship me.
Oh yes one day I will rule the world.
And there you have it.
And all this…this “mess”.
Is nothing compared to my middle name.
D-A-N-Y-E-L-L.
Mother! That is not how you spell Danielle!
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2 comments:
I wish I could say I was reclaiming my name, which is Tiffany. I used to love it. It was unusual -- at the time I was born -- and elegant and lovely and refined. (Note: not sugary) Now it's trashy and sugary and dead common... and used to label airheads on TV shows.
I despise telling people that this is my name because I am so NOT this way! But I go by a nickname now, except for with my family. When I write, I use a pen name. I'm embarrassed to use my real name. I'm afraid I won't be taken seriously or I'll be lost in the crowd.
Perhaps there should be a group of us Tiffanys (and all the assorted spellings) who are working to reclaim the name, to make it respected and elegant once more. But that's quite a hill to climb. So more power to you, Tifani! I salute you.
i know exactly what you are sayin. my name is spelled the exact same way as yours except they did not gove me a middle name. with such a prissy name, you have to make it your own or its just another cleeshea (spelling?)name. i was told that i was named after the singer Tiffany but luckily my grandmother didnt know how to spell it.
pretty much the way i came to terms with the extremely girly name i was givin, i was proud that i had never phyically met someone else with the same spelling and niether has anyone else i met (and thats alot over the country) so it was viewed intriging. add in the fact of no middle name and the same last name as "the spy who shagged me", it ended up being a pretty cool name
tifani powers
i feel your agression towards parents and there wierd obsession with names that prove your gender but not your personality.
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