This afternoon on the local news the reporter covering a story was named
Cleo Green. I almost laughed out loud because
Cleo itself has always seemed just plain silly to me, and combined with Green it sounds like a cleanser or hair dye or something.
No, I don't like
Cleo. It's hard to picture a real, normal, ordinary person with the name, and forget all about
Cleopatra. That's a one-off name if ever I heard one.
I don't like
Hero either. A hero ain't nothin but a sandwich.
I do like
Margo. It's elegant and different but still familiar.