The Joke with Two Punchlines
By It was with this endearing treatise on names I hate that I dethroned Sandra Bullock to become the new, better, sweeter, more American America’s Sweetheart. You all remember the entry. I know you do. I really, erm, let loose. And got what some people might call a bit of pushback.
If you don’t remember, here’s a quick refresher: I said I hated the name “Madison.” Guess what–I still hate it. I think it’s really stupid non-name that people started giving their daughters after watching “Splash.” I know some of you disagree with me and think I’m a big old meanie for saying so. Fine. I don’t really care. But here’s the thing: joke’s on me.
See, my son has recently started playing with some of the young kids who live on our street. Usually it’s a group of 3 to five kids, ranging in age from 2 to 6. Two of those kids are named “Madison.” Yes, there are not one, but two Madisons living on my cul de sac. Life is trolling me.
But, wait, there’s more. Here’s a funny story about a cute little tween who just wants to bootstrap her way to getting braces by selling mistletoe. The tale’s told by someone even sweeter than I am, and by that I mean by someone who is even more short-tempered and foul-mouthed than I am. But let me tell you the best part of the story right now. The name of our scrappy young heroine is…Madison.