Forget the Octo-Mom (is she related to Doc Ock?); I’m way more disturbed by 17 Kids & Counting, the TLC show about the Duggar family. Yeah, there are 17 of them. I could comment about the crazy number of children but that would be like shooting fish in a barrel. That’s not what gripes my ass. Rather, it irritates me when parents give all their kids names starting with the same initial. Jordan, Jason, Jinga, Jessa, Jill, Joshua, John-David, Jennifer, Jackson, Justin, James—okay, enough already! Would it hurt you to throw a Kevin or Stacey in there, John Jacob Jingleheimer Jackass?
The Duggars aren’t alone. I grew up surrounded by kids who came from an alliterative household. Carol was kin to Cathy and Christine; Dan’s siblings were Dave, Debbie, and Diana. Dumb.
I don’t even know where to begin with George Foreman.
(For the record, my brothers are Chris and John and my step-sibs are Jay, Joe, Paul, Amy, Denise, and Annette, because, obviously, my parents rock.)