Today is Middle Name Pride Day, apparently. People are honoring this random day by shouting out their middle names from the rooftops — or at least on social media.
Jake Michaels wrote on Twitter: “Today is National Middle Name Pride Day. Your parents chose your middle name with great care, often to honor a friend or relative, or maybe to honor someone they hope you’ll be like. I was given the middle name of John after this guy, my grandfather.”
To Jake, and anyone else who holds pride for their middle name, I say: So what?! Who cares?! Not I!
— Expresso Show (@expressoshow) March 9, 2018
Perhaps some of my ill feelings about middle names comes from the fact that I don’t have one. I was born and given just one name. I’m not bitter, if that’s what you’re thinking. My parents actually gave all of my siblings middle names, but for some reason they didn’t give me one. I asked once or twice about their reasoning behind not giving me one and I vaguely recall my mom saying something like “your dad just like Araceli so that’s what we named you.” Okay fine.
But we all know that in Latin culture it’s sort of customary to have like a gazillion names attached to you, so growing up it did make me feel a little left out. I made peace with the fact of not having a middle name by telling people, “Cher doesn’t have a middle name, Madonna doesn’t have a middle name.” As if one name alone completely represented me. And you know what? It does.
People rarely use their middle name, unless they hate their first. So what’s the purpose? I just don’t understand the reasoning behind having a middle name. It’s like having a back up plan just in case. I never had a backup plan when it came to names. I just had one and I’ve always been proud of it.
Thankfully my parents gave me one name that I didn’t have to think twice about. I already have enough people who can barely pronounce it. I think if I had had a middle name, I perhaps would have gone by it and not been Araceli and that would have been a real shame.