When I voted this week, the poll worker looked up at me and said, "Whitney Johnson -- what a pretty name." I get that compliment with some frequency, but I didn't use to. When I was about ten, my parents were late to pick me up from the library. After calling and asking the librarian to let me know, she said, not realizing I was within earshot, 'Whitney -- what kind of a name is that?" Not too many days later, I launched a 'Call Me Suzanne' campaign, complete with signage on my closet door. As you may have surmised, the campaign was a bust. Everyone continues to call me Whitney, or some derivative thereof.