Naming things can be difficult. I get that. Too little thought and we risk something dumb. (Like the title of this blog post.)
Still, when I come across a weird name, I think, Really? Is that the best they could do?
Let me show you what I mean.
Exploding Head Syndrome
Given my medical background, I could offer several oddly named conditions, but this one takes the cake. In Exploding Head Syndrome, people perceive extremely loud noises when they wake up or go to sleep. Although nothing to scoff at, those symptoms pale in comparison to a literal explosion. Can you imagine receiving this diagnosis in the exam room?
Patient: “Give it to me straight, Doc. What have I got?”
Doc: “Oh, no worries. Just a little exploding head syndrome.”
Patient, blinking in stunned silence:
Doc: “Trust me, you’ll be fine.” Laughing. “We need a head like we need an appendix, am I right?”
The Kettlebell Snatch
A kettlebell is a cast-iron ball with an attached handle that’s used to build strength during exercise. Kettlebells come in a variety of sizes and poundage and are a nifty tool when you want a change from the standard dumbbell.
But when naming the different kettlebell moves, could they not think of anything better than “snatch”?
For those of you who’d like to master your snatch, you can watch this video: How to Master the Kettlebell Snatch.
But please, don’t expect me to keep a straight face.
Having grown up a few miles from the North Dakota/Minnesota border (you betcha, don’t cha know?), I learned about this town at a young age. But even as a child, I knew something was amiss. When adults chuckle every time a town is mentioned, you know something’s rotten in the wheat field.
I’d like to give the city founders the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps the town originated before the word’s sexual connotation took off. But according to the Online Etymology Dictionary, the “orgasm” meaning was first recorded in 1880. According to Wikipedia, the town Climax, Minnesota was founded in 1896.
You do the math.
This one shouldn’t really count, because it’s a Japanese treat, not an American one. But several years ago, my oldest son befriended a student from Japan. The two would get together at each other’s houses, which, considering my son is even more introverted than me, is a colonic delight in and of itself.
The boy’s mother was very kind, and whenever her son stayed overnight in our home, she’d send along a bag of Japanese goodies. Cream Collon was among them.
Tasty little critters, no doubt.
But perhaps best consumed with a toilet nearby.
How about you? Got any weird names to share?
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