What’s in a name? (Baa, baa, yoga!)
Shakespeare coined the little phrase, in his Romeo and Juliet:
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Well, maybe not. Sometimes a name should really be in accordance with the original idea behind it. Too often though, the rose smells anything but sweet:
A “neighbour from hell” was jailed yesterday for sliding a hosepipe through a ceiling, turning the tap on and flooding the home next door.
Michael Couture, 49, drilled a hole in his neighbours’ ceiling – then jammed his garden hose into it and turned on the tap.
Mature student Couture was jailed for 18 months after admitting criminal damage.
At other times a given name is so sweet, and such a perfect fit that even the thought of replacing it with something else would be a terrible sin:
Andy Dick, a former co-star on the 1990s sitcom “NewsRadio,” appeared at a club, called the Funny Bone last weekend.
The club’s managing partner, said the 41-year-old actor-comedian made inappropriate comments while on stage, groped patrons, took women into the men’s room and urinated on the floor and on at least one person.
A Hell of a lot of times though, people get confused by names, mostly because their tiny, pre-recorded minds are stuck in some weird political or religious groove:
A children’s exercise class has been banned from two church halls because it is teaching yoga. The group has been turned away by vicars who described yoga as a sham and un-Christian.
The Rev Simon Farrar defended the decision yesterday. He said: “We are a Christian organisation and when we let rooms to people we want them to understand that they must be fully in line with our Christian ethos. Clearly, yoga impinges on the spiritual life of people in a way which we as Christians don’t believe is the same as our ethos.”
“If it was just a group of children singing nursery rhymes, there wouldn’t be a problem but she’s called it yoga and therefore there is a dividing line we’re not prepared to cross.”
We can sympathize with the good reverend though. There is something ever so nice and innocent about little children singing nursery rhymes, especially in church.
Alas, they really don’t make those old nursery rhymes like they used too…
But, hark…! The little angels sing:
Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo!
Catch a nigger by the toe!
If he hollers let him go!
Eenee, Meenee. Mainee, Mo!
You-are-It!
Yes, much better than yoga, for sure.
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