Don't Bogart My Name

You know, when I was growing up in the '70s and '80s, there were no other Michaelas (except Michaela Balfe, but that's another story entirely). It was just a crazy-ass name in that era, prompting most people to assume that my parents had longed for a boy to be named Michael, and just panicked when I popped out. The name is much more common now, of course, but the spellings are all over the map - McKayla, Mikala, Mykaela, etc. So, frankly, I still feel a little possessive about "Michaela" and I really sort of consider it my own and nobody else's. And, as a result, I actually felt a little shocked when I saw this site, via Mimi Smartypants... and now, having perused it, I am deeply, deeply traumatized....