Ok, let me be clear…this is about ruined names, not things.
Not because of traumatic occurrences in my personal life, no. Not because of a bad dating experience or anything
cool dramatic like that.
Because of movies. Maybe also TV.
Can you hear that name without thinking something like “You bastard!” afterward? For that matter, from that same show, Kyle gets an honorable mention since I hear it and some expletive invariably pops into my head.
Probably one of the earliest examples of a name being ruined for me is from Home Alone.
Sorry to all the other – and actually real – Kevins, but you’ll never be as loved or neglected as poor Macaulay Culkin in this movie.
An unusually high occurrence of names that start with a K in this phenomenon, eh? Well, just wait…I’m moving on, backwards in the alphabet.
…to the earliest instance of a name being ruined for me.
Oddly, it was ok when Ed was introducing the host of The Tonight Show as my age approached double digits. But The Shining ruined it for me. When I hear Johnny, I hear Jack.
And then there’s the most guttural of my name adjacent mental responses.
I cannot hear that name without hearing her scream “Joooooooosshh!”
Every. Damn. Time.
What the heck is wrong with me?