You named your baby what?

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Over the weekend, not one, but

two celebrities welcomed wee packages of joy into their lives. No, not

that kind of wee package of joy, Lindsay Lohan. Geez, I thought

you got that straightened out. Still, as word got out that Nicole

Richie
and Christina Aguilera

had given birth, I braced for the inevitable. The inevitable being whatever

wacky, weird thing they decided to name their kids. Like, say, Tundra

or Unicorn or Suri.

Luckily, both Richie and Aguilera decided to go relatively restrained,

with Harlow Winter Kate Madden (for Nicole’s little girl) and Max

Liron Bratman (for Christina’s little boy).

But other celebrities have

been considerably less, shall we say, discreet when naming their offspring.

Pilot Inspektor? Fifi Trixibelle? Sage Moonblood? Moxie Crimefighter?

(The bad parents being, respectively, Jason Lee, Bob Geldof,

Sylvester Stallone
and Penn Jillette.) Dudes, do you not love

your children?

With so many celebrities pregnant

and expecting babies this year (among them Halle Berry, Jessica

Alba
, Cate Blanchett, Nicole Kidman, Lily Allen

and Jamie Lynn Spears — OK, so maybe I’m being liberal with

the term celebrity), I’d like to enter a public plea. Please,

for the love of your offspring not getting wedgies on the playground,

stop naming your children insane things. It’s too late for Audio Science

Clayton (actress Shannyn Sossamon’s boy). But maybe we can

spare future generations the teasing and the taunting.

Now, I don’t mind unusual

or different names, per se. Peter Sarsgaard

and Maggie Gyllenhaal named their daughter Ramona, and I totally

dig that, in part because I totally dug those books. Jennifer Garner

and Ben Affleck have the cutest little Violet. And I don’t

even really mind Gwyneth Paltrow

and her adorable Apple. OK, now I’m lying. That last one bugs me.

Children are not fruit. Sometimes fruity, sure, but never part of the

food pyramid.

Look, celebrities, I wish you

all happy, healthy bouncing bundles of joy in the coming year. Just, for heaven’s sake, please don’t name your children something that sounds like you’ve lost a particularly hilarious, drunken game of Mad Libs.

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