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, November 5, 2012
Becky
November 5, 2011
Starbucks
Los Angeles, CA
My friend Becky went to Starbucks today.
Becky is a universal white girl name.
This is not Becky. This is not Vicki. This is not a name.
It's definitely not her name.
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