My mother was born in 1948 and named Stacey. Growing up, there were no other Staceys. She hated her name. When she had my brother, she gave him the most common name she could find, Michael. She was dead set on her children not having unpopular, un-stylish names. She gave me a popular name, too. Coincidentally, her name is extremely popular among women of my generation (late 1970s).
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