When my parents chose my name, they decided to spell it the Irish way – with an H. This spelling seems to be less common than Megan without an H, which led to some angst when I was younger. “Why do they only make personalized toothbrushes for Megans without the H?” I whined. “I wish my name were spelled the normal way!”
Now that I am no longer interested in knick-knacks that bear my name, I’ve learned to embrace my extra letter. A Facebook group I found in college really helped with this process. It was called “The H in Meghan Stands for Hott.”
Whoever created the group invited all the Meghans at Syracuse to join. (Those were the days when groups were only open to people in one network, and when groups actually showed up in your profile.) There were only about 30 of us, and the school had 13,000 students. I started to feel like having the H made my name a little more special than it would be without it.
The catchy group title stuck with me, and now, I use it at parties. If I ever meet someone who is having trouble remembering my name, or if I really want to make an impression, I tell them, “I’m Meghan. With an H. And the H in Meghan stands for hott.” No one who has heard this has forgotten my name. Granted, I’ve only used this line with men – something tells me my fellow ladies would not find it as charming – but it works.
I need to come up with a more universal (and professional) way to get people to not only remember my name, but to remember how it is spelled. Few things irk me more than when someone addresses an email to me, “Hi Megan,” mostly because both my email addresses contain my full first name. Until I devise a new line, however, this blog will exist as a perpetual reminder to readers to please remember the H.