My son's name is Sacha. S-A-C-H-A. Middle name, Adam. When we chose this name, we did not really think that the name would cause a stir. I've known a few Sachas, both male and female, and thanks to the famous Sachas (Trudeau, Baron Cohen), I thought the world was ready for one more.
Here is a conversation I recall from an outing to a restaurant when Sacha was 3 months old.
(Note: He was wearing a green and blue boy’s outfit with little trucks on it and it said "Little Construction Company." Now, I know that women are very active in the construction industry, but I have yet to see a 3 month old girl sporting a truck-and-backhoe brazed outfit.)
Server: He’s SO cute! (referring to Sacha and making googoo noises at him)
Server: How old is he?
Me: He’s almost 3 months old.
Server: What’s his name?
Me: His name is Sacha
Server: Oh! He's a girl? (with total embarrassment about getting the sex of our baby wrong)
Me: No, HIS name is Sacha.
Notice the number of times the word he is used in that conversation, and yet the
And sadly enough, this was not the only time it happened. Apparently, dressing a boy in blue does not overcome the public brain fart when trying to reconcile Sacha = boy.
Don't you wish you could have just handed them this?