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June 30, 2019
‘Someone with that name has no right to be famous,’ she said.
Some people have rigid categories, fixed like trenches; cauterised rules that bind their thinking. There was outrage in her voice, without humour or irony she had taken offence and her hackles had risen, like the hair lifted along the spine of a ridgeback dog ready to attack.
‘Most people don’t choose their own name,’ I said, trying to placate. ‘A name is something you are given.’
‘But who’d give a child such a ridiculous name? Why Sandy?’
‘Maybe a nickname; or an abbreviation of Sandra that’s less formal.’