Suebob recently linked to a site that allows you to search your name and see how many other people have the same name. According to this erroneous site, I am the only Suzanne Reisman in the country. I know this to be untrue.
When I was in college, I had a horribly written and even worse edited (as if this is a good sentence) sex column in the NYU student newspaper. (I’ll be posting some of those articles over the next few weeks so we can mock my lame good intentions and attempts at “educating” people about sex when I clearly had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.) I also worked at the public interest law center at the law school.
One day when I went to pick up my paycheck, I discovered that I received a large raise. I was very excited until I looked more closely at the name on the check. My middle initial is not M, and yet there it was. There was another Suzanne Reisman.
It turns out that the other Suzanne Reisman is a British woman who was studying for her LLM. Of all the places to work, her office was located adjacent to the one I worked in. We never met until she asked my schedule and came in on her day off to meet the nutjob with her name who was writing naïve sex articles. She was very nice. When I stopped writing the column, she was probably relieved and thought that she would never have her name associated with such content again.
Then I began the Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS). After a few months, I revealed my name. Now a google search for “Suzanne Reisman” brings up many links to her, as well as a Suzanne Reisman in Minnesota and one who has the bad taste to belong to a sorority. To those innocent Suzanne Reismans, my apologies for dragging your good names into the sewer.
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Suzanne,
ReplyDeleteYou are right. She does have a good name.
Hey now! There're always a few nuggets o' gold to be found in sewers.
ReplyDeleteMost folk just don't setup tents to prospect for 'em. {-;
A Happy Prospector
MB
That name thing was stupid. It said there was nobody else with my name, because nobody has my last name. Except my dad. And my sister. And other family members that have changed their name for marriage.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in 7th grade, I got in trouble for leaving school property (I wasn't ditching, I was just sitting on the other side of the fence, on the grass). The security gaurd asked my name and I gave what I thought was a fake name, though close enough to be real. Instead of Desiree Miltimore, I said Desiree Miller. Well there was a girl with that name. At my school. She got in trouble for me. Incidentally, this is also the person that grew up and married the son of my dad's good friend. When she was "expecting" she gave my dad a heaert attack by leaving a message saying "This is desiree - I'm pregnant!" So we're even now I think, with all the sullying of good names.
Whew, that was long.