Yesterday, after my sudden ageing anxiety I decided to go to the hairdresser in order to adjust my physical age a bit. I met this guy called Serge. I know it sounds like a cliche and yes, he was french. Serge even looked like a serge is supposed to look like. This made me remember a conversation I have had when driving from A to B in Smaland. A friend of mine was just about to have a baby and he played with the thought of giving her a name I would have never approved of had I any say. Even though he agreed with my theory, that a name does influence a persons life, he didn't realise what I was aiming at. Believing that every name has some kind of stereotype attached to it, I want you to imagine todays world if Benito would have been called Serge.