I understand the appeal of naming a baby after your favorite fictional character. When I was a tween, I was convinced I would name my future baby after one of the non-Cartman characters in South Park. Now that my frontal lobe is fully developed, I understand that explaining to people that my son Stanley is named after Stan Marsh wouldn’t be ideal. I know many people who are named after fictional characters and love it. My college roommate, Hallie, was named after Hallie from The Parent Trap, and it fits her perfectly. However, there’s a difference between naming your baby Stanley or Hallie and naming it something that’s intrinsically tied to a particular piece of media within cultural memory. There is a very good reason people aren’t naming their babies «Ebenezer,» and haven’t been since the mid-1800s. They don’t want to make Christmastime (and the other 11 months of the year) a living nightmare.