Right off the bat, everyone assumes my name is Jillian. (It’s not.)
When I was a kid, I told my mom that I found out she’d named me wrong: Jill is just supposed to be a nickname for Jillian. But my mom has always maintained that Jill is the traditional name and Jillian is something that just burst out of the 80′s like hair accessories at the infamous Arlington Scrunchy Factory Explosion.
Now, thanks to this historical name website, I can assert to my husband and all my other skeptical friends: my mom was (pretty much) right. And Jill is a real name.
And now I just have to deal with the fact that, as a name, Jill is going extinct. I’ve always had a fear of my name being the new ‘Gertrude’.