Rakka's brother is having a kid. He's apparently planning on naming it after a barbecue restaurant, which is almost as bad as that kid named Urine (pronounced \yər-een-ee\)*.
Rakka, quite naturally, thinks this is stupid and wants to put a stop to it. There's also the general desire to combat the uncool upbringing that inherently goes along with being named after a place that slow cooks meat.
That's not the weird part; the weird part is coming up.
The brother and the fetus (and the mother too, I suppose) are 2-3 thousand miles away. This means the primary way to combat the uncool is to shower cool baby stuff on the soon-to-be-born. Since the news of the name came in, I've been hearing every day about cool baby stuff from my GF.
That's the source of the weirding out. I know plenty of people with kids who are cool. But it's not for me. I know it's not for Rakka, either. I mean, it's really really not. For all the stuff we don't have in common, it's the really important stuff like this that brought us together. Still, hearing all the time about which hat would look good on the baby (mohawk or monkey ears), and the best bang for the buck in terms of onesies (rocker slogans, not withstanding)... well, it freaks my shit.
* True story, hand of god