My name is Cara. 4 letters. That's all.
In Italian it means Dear, in Spanish it means Face, but anywhere else in America it is apparently gibberish. This is a problem I have had all my life: Giving a name for a reservation, a drink at Starbucks, or any kind of take out order becomes a horrific process that is both time consuming and traumatizing. Everyone will invariably butcher this very small 4-letter name. I cannot be silent about the oppression of my name any longer.
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Tortoiser and the Harer
March 12, 2011
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA
You remember that old children's tale from the sea? The Tortoiser and the Harer.
This is actually supposed to say Karen.
Neither of which are my name.
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