What's in a name? Well apparently,
a lot. The famous Shakespeare phrase "a rose by any other name would smell
as sweet" sets aside the whole notion of cultural conditioning. If the
other name for rose was "rancid pustule" I'm not sure anyone would
stoop to smell it.
So consider the word Margarita. A
lovely lyrical sort of name. Puts one in mind of bonita or senorita. The bonita
senorita Margarita.
Plus, it's a flavorful drink. The
perfect refreshment for a hot day at the beach. A whole blown out flip-flop
stepped on pop top culture was launched thanks to the delicious margarita.
But what if I told you that
margarita is a Spanish word for daisy? Yes daisy, as in the flower. A margarita
by any other name is a daisy.
Still, not bad, the daisy is a
lovely flower. But it's also true that we equate the name Daisy with less the
parrothead culture and more the bubba culture. Daisy was, after all, the
inventor of the slightly trampish cut-off daisy dukes. And while the Dukes of
Hazard from which she sprung were a fun slice of Americana they weren't world
stage material.
Consider: Margarita is also the
Spanish rendering of the name Margaret. And I have known many a Margaret who
just didn't ft the Daisy image.
Such as, perhaps, the historical
Margarets, like Queen Margaret of Scotland. Also known as Saint Margaret. She
was canonized in 1250 in recognition of her personal holiness and fidelity to
the church. Does she sound like a Saint
Daisy?
And then, of course, there's the
iron lady, Margaret Thatcher of Great Britain. Ronald Reagan's BFF. Somehow
Prime Minister Daisy Thatcher just doesn't cut it. Not your basic brinkmanship cold
war warrior.
Who ever heard of an Iron Daisy?
America, ya gotta love it.
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