I'm on fan of London, but off the top of my head:
London Iris
London Suzette
London Rachel
London Veronica
Beau Sumner: Sounds like one of Rhett Butler's male friends.
Holland Emma: *grinds teeth, throws chair* People, quit co-opting my last name to use on your baby!
Indy Marie: Oooh, so Indie! She'll get her belly pierced and wear little low-rise capri jeans just like everybody else!
Pippa Rae: I have always hated the "name" Pippa. It sounds so insufferably poncey and Bitish-upper-class/Sloan-Rangers. Also it sounds like a hiccup. Pippa Rae manages to also sound redneck.
Sloan Ellen: Spoke too soon aboiut Sloan Rangers, didn't I? Ellen is so pretty it deserves to be the fn.
Valkarie: Obviously they are lacking in basic facts: 1. that the word they want is Valkyrie. 2. That Valkyrie is a synonym for a sexy, buxom woman.
Bishop Earl Lee: ... And his Get Down Gospel Jubilee!
Mason Edge: Oh, how edgy. One of five Masons in his Montessori cplay group.
Manaco Aidan: The ritzy French island meets the I-wish-I-was-Irish-like-everybody-else.
Rusty Wyatt: Who is named Rusty?! (Actually, last time I was at the vet's, somebody was called back to the exam room. They call the pet's name: "Rusty Jenkins!") Seriously this name sounds like Rusty Wire.
Spike Malcolm: I'm all for black pride, but it doesn't have to sound like you're doing something mean to Malcolm involving a sharp stick.
Fairy: Let me guess, the girl who wants to use this is 13 years old, types in all-caps netspeak with glittery letters, and is obsessed with princesses. And has never heard that a fairy is an effeminate gay male.
Wilco: And his brother Roger.
Barry-Cooper Justice and Shoshana-Sky Freedom: The first just looks trendy, though Barry is nice. The second for some reason makes me think of an elite secret Israeli paratrooper division.
Sunshine and Grace: More pre-painkiller-wearoff names.
Scout and Piper: People, these are first and foremost names of airplanes! In fact I do believe there is a Piper Scout. I know there's a Piper Cherokee and a Piper Cub. (Now that I wrote that, some numbwit is going to think those make cute combos.) Second of all, they're dog names.
Mai David: NO, MY David!
Mighty Joseph: He'll be five foot three with crossed eyes, bad allergies and will always be the one the boys slap on the butt with a wet towel.
Pantera Elizabeth: *jaw drops* No, they didn't. They DID NOT! They did not just do that! *rubs eyes, rubs ears, clamps mouth in order not to spit or vomit* I gtuess they thought tacking Elizabeth on there would make her less of a Cowboy From Hell. Jesus.
Phoenix Ski: I really don't think you can ski in Phoenix. You sure can't this time of year.
Shalow: This is a case where the name very definitely says more about the parents than the bearer.
Suri Suzanne: Sorry Suzanne.
Dammit, now I can't get the awful song "Walk" out of my mind. My husband really likes it, but I haven't heard it in a long time, and now it's back in there again! Not to mention that he calls Panera (the restaurant) Pantera just for fun. Aarrrghh!
This message was edited 7/9/2007, 3:16 PM