I was the first Arielle Norman who ever lived. When Google happened, I was still the only one. At first there was one hit, then two, then three: National Merit Scholar commendation, Xanga, MySpace. Now, after a few years, there are 106 hits: Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook, Twine, a Feminist Mormon Housewives post, an offer to run a criminal background check on me, Missy Higgins' IMEEM profile, etc., but they're still all me. Yesterday, I found out another Arielle Norman was born maybe 12 years ago. She's a little African-American girl whose mother found me on Facebook. Now that she's coming of age, she'll start getting hits sooner or later, and it'll feel very strange to see her for the first time on the front page of "my" Google search one day, and much more so if and when she's ever at the top. Anyway, with 6.6 billion and climbing, no name is safe anymore. You could name your kid LaCh@stichia17- and some little copy cat fucker will get you.
Update on 5/20/2009: I'm noticing more and more that my name, Arielle, is getting more and more popular. It's a kick ass name, I realize. I wonder how many Arielle's there were before me.
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