My mother insists that when she was pregnant with me, she didn't know any Emilys. But apparently, around the same time I was born, the name Emily began taking over the world. In high school, my best friend was an Emily. My mother got a huge kick out of the fact that she could call us "Em and Em."
After graduation, the two of us went off to our respective colleges, only to come home over Thanksgiving break to discover that we had both become very close friends with other girls named Emily. Last names and funny nicknames were employed to separate all of the many Emilys inhabiting my world.
My friend recently signed herself up for a Hotmail account. She naively typed in Emily as her username. She then tried any variation of Emily she could think of, only to be sadly scorned by the Hotmail server. Finally, in a burst of ingenuity, she discovered an email address just right for her: You can email her at theonlyemily@hotmail.com.
