IN MY SHOES: Can I Change My Name To “Burger?”
Eric Weiner, author of the soon-to-be-published “Man Seeks God: My Flirtations with the Divine,” laments sharing a surname with the overexposed member of Congress in this New York Times op-ed and pleads with the media (prematurely, in The Stiletto’s opinion) to give the penis jokes a rest (“[t]his man’s name - my name! - is not license to regress to 7th grade”):
Representative Anthony D. Weiner, the congressman from New York (no relation, as far as I know), has rendered my life a lot less fun. I’m afraid to Google myself, normally one of my favorite activities, lest I find myself confronted with those now-ubiquitous bulging shorts. …
The truth is I don’t know how to feel about my namesake, caught recently with his pants (nearly) down. On the one hand, as a fellow Weiner, I feel his pain. On the other hand, he has given us Weiners a bad name, and let’s face it: we didn’t have a great one to begin with. It wasn’t easy growing up a Weiner. Kids possess a special talent for cruelty, one that I now realize is rivaled only by that of headline writers. I’m having serious junior high school flashbacks. …
How could you, Anthony? And why wasn’t I - indeed, why weren’t Weiners everywhere - listed among those whom you hurt? I mean, you seemed to cover most of the free world. Would it have killed you to throw your namesakes in there, too?
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