Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet"
I was named Lisette after my mother saw an ad for baby food on T.V while she was pregnant with me. The star of which was a baby girl by the name of Lisette. When she heard the name it just clicked. It reminded her of other Lisette's in Holland where she grew up and where my name is quite common. Though in Holland they pronounce it more like "Leezat".
Truth is I like my name. My first name that is. I am not however as fond of my last name. I mean no disrespect to my father's side of the family, nor to any other Prendergast clans, but I simply do not like my last name.
Pren-der-gast. It sounds green to me. Like the colour of mushy peas or juiced kale. It's harsh on the tounge thanks in most part to the last "ghastly" syllable.
The issue I have with my name is that it is a bit of a tounge twister. No one ever gets it right. The first part, sure, I give people a pass for that cus it makes for an interesting conversation piece.
"Oh Lisette, that's a nice name, how do you spell it"
"Oh wow that's really pretty, where is it from?"
""Oh are you from Holland?"
"No, no, born here, I've been there though"
"Cool, what's it like?"
And so on. My first name leads to interesting conversations about travel. My last name does not. It simply confuses people or makes them think I am related to people I am not. Both of which are very frustrating when signing into media events or signing in anywhere where people don't already have my name written down. It usually goes something like this:
"Hello. Last name please?"
"No, not GRAST, GAST"
"Yeah that's what I said, Pendergast."
"Oh you mean PRENDERGAST! Like the former Wellington Mayor! Hey are you related?"
"No, no relation."
"Oh cos my mum is friends with the former mayor."
"Oh wow. Cool."
"So, no relation?"
"Oh. Well thanks for signing in Ms......Pendergrast."
I know. I should just lie and say I am related to the former mayor. But I can't lie. And the chances are the one time I lie it will be to someone who was no fan of her methods.
The other times my last name has cause me some bother have been in Irish pubs. Odd I know, but it turns out Prendergast is an Irish name. I was rather oblivious to this fact when I met an Irishman in a bar one night. He was pretty fresh of the boat and when I told him my last name he eye balled me and said: Are you a Catholic? Considering my aversion to the Catholic faith or any religion that disrespects women (read: all of them) I promptly replied: Oh god no! To which my new "friend" yelled at me "Well then piss of you protestant whore! It took me a while figure out what the fuck had just gone down. Thanks Prendergast, thanks a lot.
When I told the Lover-Man about my ongoing name conundrum he said, "Just take my last name". Though trouble is we are not married and we really have no intention of getting married in the foreseeable future, if at all. No we prefer to live in blissful unmarried sin, with our two gorgeous loin-fruits, who both have the Lover-man's last name. The feminist in me is chuffed that I have retained my own name and not changed it to my "husbands", though the mother in me, longs to have the same name as my baby boys. Lover-man recommended I just change my name to his without getting married, hence the following conversation occurred:
So you think I should take your name, without getting married?
Sure, if you want.
Um, what if people ask if we are married?
Just tell them we are not cus it is bullshit.
Yeah that part I get, but what happens when we say, no we are not married and then they go white in the face and back away cus they then assume we are Brother and Sister?
Oh, I see, ew. Ok. Bad idea.
So that was the end of that idea. For years I considered changing my name. For years. Mariana told me not to be silly, she said she liked my name how is it. She said that Prendergast has a nice ring to it. But that is lucky for her her to say. She has a great name! Mariana Collette is a fantastic name (FYI she wan't born with it, she stole it from her husband) so what would she know about having a name that made you feel like a GHASTLY green vegetable? So the other option was for me to change my name to something I like. Something I feel defines me as something I like to be defined as and not pea soup or juiced kale. But that is where things started getting complicated. Now the world is my oyster! I can in theory have any name I want! Oh wow. This is too much!