I was born Debra Catherine. My brothers named me; my mom wanted Dion, which was neva-gonna happen. I liked my name for the most part, and have been called, Deb, Debbie, and Debra. In college there was a freshman with the same name, and the administration switched our scholarships — I switched them back, because I was getting more money!
Debbie was a bit of a plague, not just because of Debbie Does Dallas, a porn movie released, I assume when I was in high school. There were ten of them in my high school class, so for awhile I was called Becky. ARGH. It also had the connotation of a dumb beach blonde. I have NO idea why. When I went to college I switched exclusively to Debra. I corrected those that called me Debbie. I was leaving that name behind.
Some part of me knew I was another name. I tried on Catherine, and felt it was too Queenly. I always hated Cathy, because I had known two horrid mean girls named Cathy!
Kate had good vibes. There was Kate Hepburn, which cinched the deal. Kate was a strong name, a no-nonsense name, the name of someone who was surprising and even funny.
On my 50th birthday I changed my name legally. BTW, post 9-11 that is near impossible. Homeland security would not let me drop Debra altogether. Oh, don’t get me started. . . another post!
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