Rachel it is.

Today one of my co-workers brought in a delivery menu for our office Christmas party, and this grabbed my attention: “Rachels (4 varieties) $.75.”  I know I’ve complained in the past about my boring name, but I realize now that my parents did a lovely job.  My name matches my level of self-involvement (high) perfectly.  I am a hairstyle, a sandwich, a brand of chips with, apparently, 4 varieties.  I get a shout out in the Torah, the Bible, and The SantaLand Diaries.  I am Batman’s girlfriend, Harrison Ford’s Amish love interest, and this year maybe even an Oscar contender for getting married.  I am everywhere.  And that, my friends, cannot be said for people named Shaquana.