Did you hear?
Jessica Simpson finally had her baby. She named it Maxwell Drew.
No, she did not have a boy.
She had a girl.
Now, as far as celebrity names go, it isn’t too horrible. Would I name my daughter that? No. But she grew the kid for 500 months, therefore it’s her right to choose.
She plans on calling the baby Maxi. I’m sure we’re all thinking of the feminine product now, right?
But again. If that’s what she wants to call her kid, by all means.
As far weird names go, Maxwell is pretty tame compared to what other celebs have named their children.
Pilot Inspektor anyone?
Or….someone named their kid Tabooger. TABOOGER? (Seriously. Dan Cortese and Dee Dee Hemby actually choose that moniker.)
Nicolas Cage must’ve took out his rage on having movie after movie of his bomb so he named his son Kal-el.
And somewhere out there, a child is walking around with the name Moxie CrimeFighter.
As I said up there, everyone has a right to name their kid what they want. But why? Is there some secret celeb child society where, if you want your baby to be well liked and accepted, the number one rule is that it MUST be named something bizarre?
I prefer the celebs who refuse to follow this rule and call their children something, well, normal.
Think about it. All the actors that are out there now all have basically normal names. Ryan. Brad. Angie. Chris.
When the next generation comes through we’re going to get the weirdo names.
The New Spiderman…starring Bahoohoo Jones!
A remake of The Wizard of Oz…starring Apple Orange!
An all new Batman…starring Bee Buzz!
Lucky us, huh?