In the year I was born, my name was the 9th most popular of all the baby names in America. My husband popped out at a cringe-inducing number 2. From kindergarten on, both of us had to put a last initial after our names, something that seemed grossly unfair to a five-year-old, to differentiate us from the two other kids with the same name as us. I swore I would never give my kid a name that had to come with an initial or some other distinguishing characteristic.
The only reason I can see for Malek wanting the photo removed is because this ’90s bro doesn’t really go with his current aesthetic of “hipster artist.”
