To drive home this idea of not being an inconsiderate asshole on the principal of insignificant semantics, I'd like to bring up an example of equal consequence.
There once was a young girl. She was born with the name Destiny. However, she preferred a different name. Growing up, people began referring to her by this different name. This nick name. This nick name wasn't her born name, but she asked everyone she knew to call her by this other name, because she did not identify with her birth name, Destiny. Even her birth parents would call her by this nick name. Anyone calling her Destiny at this point were just needlessly and knowingly being jerks. She wasn't hurting anybody asking to be called this other name.
When she turned 18, she made a decision. She identified so strongly with this other name, that it felt like more than a nickname to her. It defined her. It was the true her. It was her identity. Destiny was not her name anymore, not to her. So shortly after she turned 18, Miley Cyrus finally made her new name official.







