What Xzayvior Taught Me

In this post, an East Coast liberal struggles with her inner bitchy flibbertigibbet to overcome her irrational dislike of unconventional names.

The other day read a newspaper article that mentioned a young boy named “Xzayvior.” I found this name mind-boggling. In some ways, I admire it because it leaves no doubt about how to pronounce the child’s name, but my honest knee-jerk reaction was, admittedly, judgmental. Did the…