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I worked with a Saskia. She was a fortysomething tough-talking ex-trucker who was built like a brick sh!thouse and had skin like tanned leather. She wore her hair slicked back in that sort of chav ponytail style and smoked like a chimney. She had that legendary gruff exterior, soft heart thing going on. Since she and Rembrandt's wife are the only Saskias I know of, it gives the name an interesting aura, a mixture of toughness and refined culture. I like it a lot. But people had a lot of trouble with Saskia's name, they tripped over it often. People don't generally talk to me about names, but more than one person told me privately that they didn't like her name. I felt bad about that, poor Saskia.