That's Not My Name

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.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Someone Knows My Pain

Thanks to Glick for the link to this article:

http://thebiglead.com/index.php/2011/05/17/duke-cant-spell-recruits-name-right-so-he-picks-unc/

I think this is an extremely rational justification for a decision.
It's nice to know that someone out there knows what I go through!

That's Not My Name

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Someone Knows My Pain

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