The Jennifers
If you were born somewhere between 1960 and 1990, and you’re female, there’s a good chance your name is Jennifer. I have good friends named Jennifer, and even a relative — it’s not that I have anything against the name, I just think it’s amusing how many of them there are.
I went to the Charlottesville Area Chamber of Commerce Professional Women’s Business Roundtable today. There were about 40 women there. We all went around the table and introduced ourselves. There were a fair number of Jennifers in the group, enough that, one of the final Jennifers asked that anyone with that name raise their hand. There was a breeze as at least a dozen hands shot in the air.
Later on, I was chatting with a friend and for a minute I couldn’t remember his wife’s name. I shot in the dark. Yep, Jennifer.
* Update: OK, I just realized one of the Jennifers is this one. Whoa! Face to face with a fellow blogger without knowing it!
