Have you seen this? My friend Cathy told me about it.
The Cat in the Hat TV series has a Finola in it, and she looks just like Pippi Longstocking, go figure.
I downloaded the episode in the link above called “Finola’s Farm”, and I watched it, even though my daughters weren’t even home at the time. They won’t mind though since there were no tweens or reality stars anywhere near poor old Finola’s Farm. Boooooriinnnngggggg.
As I was watching the episode, every time I heard my name spoken, I jumped. What? Who needs me?? What now??? OMG, stop saying my name and leave me alone!!!!
You see, I never ever hear my name spoken aloud unless it’s to me or about me. My name is me.
The only time I ever met another Finola was at a museum, and she was an infant at the time. I have connected with a few other Finolas through social media: Hi Finola! I have even had one Finola unfriend me on Facebook…yeah, that one hurt a little.
So here’s the thing. I just love having an unusual name, and one of my fears is that my name becomes trendy. What if in ten years time there are three Finolas in every kindergarten class? What if The Cat in the Hat sparks this trend?
So please, don’t let this happen. Please don’t name your babies Finola.
For if you do, what will I do?
Well nothing, nothing at all is what I would do.