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My mom always tells the story of how my name almost became "Porkchop." Yes, you did hear correctly. When my mom was pregnant with me, my dad really liked to grill and made pork chops all the time. He even thought of naming me after his favorite meat dish. We finally agreed on the (slightly) more traditional "Hollis" because my mom stood her ground. Although I love pork chops as much as anyone, could you imagine me saying "What's up, my name isPorkchop?" Not really. My mom came in to help me and it's great that I don't need to teach people how I spell "P-O-R-K-C-H-O-P." This would just be a pain. Moral of the story: Listen to your mom and don't let your love of food determine your baby's name. You can trust me.

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