

You’re right, I was defending a different position than you were replying to.
At the same time, if I ended up with a canonically religious crazy or white trash name… I would change it. The thought of changing my name had crossed my mind, but it’s pretty whitebread.
Please, tell us from your deep experience what it’s like to narrowly avoid death by the devious, murder hungry siren that is ChatGPT. If there’s time left, we can hear about all the foods that are dangerously hard to eat without choking.