Sure, it’s a free country, but I think that some lines should be drawn when it comes to bestowing a moniker on a tiny little human that he/she will have to live with for the rest of his/her life.
Brutus: Et tu? Too Shakespearean; also implies impending doom.
Astrid: The woman rode “astrid” a donkey. You don’t name your kid that.
Anything that is or sounds like it could be a candy bar.
Shithead: Sounds pretty until you write it out.
Anything that is or sounds like it could be an insect.
Uranus: Sure it’s a planet, and if you pronounce it one way, it has an attractive ring to it. If you don’t, then your kid is bound to be an ass … or at least called one.
Ultimately, I have no beef with people with any of these names. How could I? It’s their parents who should be reprimanded and whipped with a wet noodle.
*This is all, of course, assuming I do give birth someday; definitely not a certainty since I’m not married and I’m way too selfish with my personal time.