I feel bad being a wet blanket, but I find
Benjamin so, so mind-numbingly boring. It's a very popular name in my city and I know Bens of all ages. It's like
Michael. It's a huge blank presence.
Because I know so many Bens, it's hard for me to give it a feeling, just like
Michael. I know a wacky artistic
Ben, an adorable little toddler
Benjamin, a creepy, whiny, spoiled momma's-boy
Ben (my cousin in fact, who is 21 ansd still whiny), an unsuccessful-emo
Ben, a lawyer
Benjamin, a sports-nut
Ben....
The only way I could maybe get excited over another
Benjamin is if he went by
Benji. I love that short form and every mother-of-a-Benjamin has absolutely refused to let me call their son that. Harumph.
Benji is so great in 1950's freckled-rebel sort of way, don't they see that?!