In the late 1960s, Johnny Cash sang the cautionary tale of a boy named Sue, who overcame years of belittling to finally confront his father over his gender-bending name. One would think that we’ve learnt a little since then, with deeply meaningful titles proudly displayed to all and sundry. Ahem, well. Maybe.
So, from Metallica to Armani, Lego or Chevrolet, there seems to be a unique moniker that suits every newborn child in 2009. Yes, this is a time of celebrities who are famous for nothing other than being famous – reflected by the dramatic spike in the number of newborn Americans named Paris earlier this decade. But surely, for every Moon Unit or Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, there must be some kind of applicable law somewhere that prevents such obscurities?