My name isn’t Kate.

Except it is. Except it isn’t.

Choosing a name

The name my parents gave me is actually Catherine, and it’s Catherine that I default back to when I’m uncertain. Catherine is a proper name: Catherine of Aragon, St. Catherine, Catherine De Medici, Catherine the Great, etc.

Maybe it’s just me, but even in fiction, the name Catherine (in its many iterations) seems to go to women who know their own mind. Katherine Beckett in Castle, Kat in 10 Things I Hate about you, Catherine in Under the Tuscan Sun, Katy in What Katy Did.

Katherine needs to be stopped. Katherine, or one of its derivatives, is what you call your main female character when you realize you can’t call her Main Female Character. It has turned, hydra-like, from a name into a multi-headed monster, with Kate, Kay, Kathleen, Caitlin, Cathy, or Cat as its alternatives. I’ve had it pointed out to me that Meg Ryan has played a Katherine-ish name six different times – once she played three Katherines in a row. I’d have to argue that few actresses will have no Katherines on their resume, especially if they play the main character. It’s ubiquitous, and therefore meaningless.

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Great. With so many Catherines, what’s this Catherine meant to do. Kate is softer, less hard work. Kitty appeals to me as it’s a bit more flouncy (think of Kitty in Pride and Prejudice), it comes with less expectation. She might be a bit flat, but then again Catherine De Bourgh…

When asked what I want to be called, I shrug my shoulders. I’m happy leaving the choice to the speaker, although I’d prefer to keep away from ‘Cath’ or ‘Cathy’.

There was a time when Cat, which is a difficult name to write on the bottom of a professional email, was first choice. I drew a large number of cats intertwined with my name, yet, I’m not a huge cat fan. If anything I’d prefer they were absent from my life as they make me sneeze. As a verbal nickname ‘Cat’ is an acceptable choice. If I was a ‘Katherine’, rather than ‘Catherine’ and therefore ‘Kat’ not ‘Cat’ it would also work on paper. As it is,  I can’t write it down without thinking ‘meow’.

All this complaining, you might think I don’t like my name. This wouldn’t be true. I think it’s a good name: solid, reliable. It’s just got a few minor flaws.

At work, I tend to stick with Catherine. Chewbacca ignores this convention and whilst emails start with a professional ‘Hi Catherine’, in person she’s more likely to call me Fluff, Spock or something that starts Ca- but goes places.

Chewbacca has similar naming strategies for her peace lily.

My parents, despite each having a 50% say in what my legal name is, each call me by a range of names. These names don’t overlap, and don’t always relate back the starting point. The choice depends on how nostalgic they feel and whether they’re asking for something.

In Italy and Spain, where ‘th’ isn’t, my name is given a spin of Caterina, Catarina or something along those lines.

Not surprisingly, I’ve introduced myself as different names at different times. It depends on my mood at the time and how many other Catherines are in the room.

Personal branding and consistency

Awkwardly, I’m now at a stage where having a name would be preferable to having half a dozen of the things. It’s not that I mind what I’m called (pick the iteration you think suits me best), but consistency, at least when you’re in marketing, helps. Email signatures, social media accounts and copyright messages all need to match. The internet is the medium of my work, and I am the sum of all that I do.

There’s no point actively selling myself short.

Because, like it or not, marketing is getting more and more personal. Whether it’s initials being tacked onto tweets so that you know which customer services representative you’re talking to, or a page of photos on a company website, companies are realising that their employees aren’t just useful hidden behind desks. There’s money to be made from their identities as real people.

This may make you feel uncomfortable. Yet, even my academic friends are being given the hint that having a person behind the paper helps it gain traction.

‘Catherine a.k.a Kate, Cat, Katie, Kitty, etc.’ – it isn’t branding best practice.

At work, I write as Catherine. It might have high expectations of me, it might be have connotations of purity, but it’s the name that’s not used by anyone else in the office. It’s the name stuck on my LinkedIn profile. It’s the name at the bottom of blog posts I’m paid to write. It’s the name I’m going to have to stick to.

Hence, my name isn’t Kate. Except it is. Except it isn’t.

Take your pick.

Saying Catherine

There’s also a small, and uncomfortable, question of pronunciation. When I was in primary school, a well-meaning teacher explained that words are composed of syllables.

One day, to try and illustrate the point, a small group of us were asked to sit in a circle. One of those big rattles in Caribbean colours that you have in every small children’s music class was passed around.  The idea was that we shook it once for each syllable in our name.

Now, I should confess, I’ve not got the most perfect speech. My tongue is rarely in sync with my brain. Like a record on the wrong speed, it’s not always clear what my message is. The more tired (or intoxicated) I get, the slower the record plays. My hearing hasn’t always been ideal either. Despite having a ‘th’ in my name, it didn’t enter my speech until after I’d read Lord of the Rings.

“Think before you speak.”

“I do fink before I speak.”

This isn’t to say that my speech isn’t good enough to get by. It manages quite well. However, occasionally I realise that a word I’ve been using for years doesn’t exist, or exists rather differently than I’d originally thought. ‘Happenence’ for example.

I took the rattle, and considered my name.

“Ca-frin” seemed a sensible option.

“Ca-th-rin” might be more correct.

“Ca-th-ehr-in” seemed a tremendously long way of going about it.

Ideal for a musician or a poet trying to make a name fit a line. But for a child who doesn’t like being the one speaking up in class, it’s frustrating. Nobody else had got stuck. When I explained I was unsure whether it was a two, three or four syllable name, my teacher asked me to say my name as I would say it.


“It’s got a ‘th’ as in thumb, not a ‘f’ as in fish.”

This teacher missed the point. My name did not play by the rules. She made me shake the rattle three times and then hastily moved on to the next child. I decided syllables were not for me.

I crossed my fingers hoping we weren’t about to go onto surnames.

How would you say Catherine?