In a move that puts Shiloh Jolie-Pitt, Suri Cruise, Seraphina Affleck and Apple Martin to shame, Lisa Bonet welcomes son Nakoa-Wolf Manakaupo Namakaeha Momoa. Loosely translated it means "bad-ass warrior of the dark, stormy night." Alright, Lisa, you win. Okay? No celebrity in their right mind will be able top this, so hopefully they will just start naming their kids Jack, Emily and Josh like the rest of us mere mortals.
Which, being the deep, philosophical person that I am (not as deep as Ethan Hawke of course), I wonder about the psychology behind the baby-naming of the rich and famous. Do they feel if they give their child a normal name, they will in fact become normal, relegated to average joe status? Do they feel they are indeed so special their children warrant names that don't exist in even the most drug-deluded imagination? I think it's the rare secure celebrity that is able to bless their child with a moniker that actually exists. Which makes me think (and I can't even believe I am going to say this) that Jennifer Lopez might actually have some semblance of a brain that she named her twins Max and Emme. Fairly normal. (Or maybe Marc Anthony promised to stop starving himself if she gave them real names.)