One at work, my editor and I had this conversation.
Me: My boyfriend says I should get an English name since no one can pronounce my Chinese name for shit.
Her: Yeah why not?
Me: But it doesn’t stick! You know, when I was a kid, I wanted to call myself Kimberly, after the pink ranger in power rangers.
My editor’s name is Kimberly (Hi, Kim!) and she was delighted. smiled.
Me: Yeah but I didn’t like the colour pink so after a while I wanted to be the yellow ranger.
Her: OMG you know when I was in uni and we went for orientation the leader asked, “Hey! You are Kimberly! Like in the power rangers! I would also get called pink ranger a lot in school because of my name.”
Then we started talking about fright nights at orientation. But look at our shared childhood nostalgia:
Also my boyfriend told me that the explosions in Power Rangers were ridiculous because it was always grass exploding:
Wasn’t uni – it was JC. Haha. You can call yourself Trini and be called Yellow Ranger forever.
And make the grass explode.
And be awesome forever.