Since our recent roundup of Kevins was such a success, I’ve decided to do it again. This time with a girl name. And just so you know… I’m making these choices from lists of the most popular baby names of 1965. Lisa was the most popular female name that year, but I don’t get a strong vibe from Lisa. No offense to any Lisas out there — that was going to be my name if I’d been a girl — but I decided to go with Donna. I believe there are fewer of them, and might possibly stick out in our minds more. I’m just winging it here, and could be wrong about everything.
In any case, please tell us about the Donnas you’ve known: the good Donnas, the evil Donnas, and all the Donnas in between. Also, did your parents ever tell you what they were planning to name you if you’d been the opposite gender? How do you feel about their choice? Use the comments link below.
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Donna was ditzy.
Phantom Railfan says
I’ve know three Donnas. One was a loud, opinionated, bitchy co-worker who constantly complained about everything. One was a junior high classmate who was pretty, sweet, and kind to everyone (a rarity in junior high). The other is a long-time friend of the family who is always pleasant, if little ditzy.
forever in blue jeans says
Ive got a loud, opinionated bitchy co-worker who’s also called Donna- was urs a chav too?
Donna was my mother’s name. She was born WAY before 1965. She was crazier than a shithouse rat.
My aunt is named Donna and she’s pretty great.
My ex-boyfriend had an Aunt Donna. She was a round woman, kind of nice but somewhat stuck up. She looked like a Donna.
I also have an aunt Donna.
She’s a tiny little immigrant lady who is extremely nice and very enthusiastic about almost everything.
She is also one hell of a cook.
If you’ve ever seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding she’s a little like the Andrea Martin character if she were more excitable with a higher voice.
My aunt Donna rocks.
I’ve known 3 memorable Donnas in my life
1) big doe-eyed girl in grade school who plucked and ate her eyebrows it was my first encounter with lead paint eaters
2) a very smart girl with the personality of a kitchen stool, her one noticeable item was tiny adult teeth I mean scary tiny
3) a bible thumping right wing nut who was the type you bring up in arguments as to why Christianity may be harmful
Ruthless Dee says
I am sure that the Donna I am thinking of was going by her middle name; surely she was named Prima. She had no qualities to justify her belief the she was the shit.
I have never known a slim Donna. Not judging, just a fact.
I’ve only ever known one Donna.
I’ve known a bunch of people named Ashley.
Average Jane says
In elementary school I met a new girl named Donna and took an instant dislike to her, which of course means we eventually became best friends. I remember watching Prince Charles and Princess Diana’s wedding at her house, which is not the sort of thing I would have done on my own.
Once we grew up we grew apart; we’re still Facebook friends but she’s not in my newsfeed because she talks about Jesus too much.
You can’t talk about Jesus too much!
Kidding! Just kidding.
Married to an awesome Kevin and his mom’s name is Donna. She raised a good boy. She loves her children and grandchildren very much and loves dogs.
However, whenever I say her name (in private), it comes out sounding low and guttural, like in the Cheech and Chong movie, “Heyyy, Donnnaaa!”
john smith says
Funny. 50 years old and never knew a Donna. I knew a Dwana. Close enough for government work.
By coincidence I’ve spent the last few days scanning my 20-year-old divorce papers. A divorce from my now-ex-wife named Donna. Now I can’t speak for the many other Donnas that live out there, but my experience suggests that Donnas are sadistic psycho bitches spawned from the fires of hell. But that’s just my experience….
Only because she’s never been divorced do I know you’re not talking about my sister.
The only Donna I can recall was a girl in my 6th grade class. She would have been born in 1958. She was unremarkable-looking, with long straight brown hair parted in the middle. Normally that would be a hint that she might be fat, but she wasn’t.
I have heard that in certain parts of the Northeast, having the name Donna might indicate that you have a low-level office job and drive a Trans Am; possibly a boyfriend name Vinny as well.
My parents never said what my name would have been if I’d been a girl, but then again it honestly never occurred to me to ask.
Phil Jett says
Knew a Donna in high school who had a twin brother Donny. They were first class gingers, Wendy’s red hair and white white skin completely covered in freckles. She was a tomboy and tough as shit.
I don’t think I have any Donna’s. A few Dawns, a few Dons, and a Donnie who we call Don-O, but no Donna’s.
No Donnas that I can think of – but there is always Misty Dawn.
Of all the names to hit on, you had to choose “Donna.”
Before I came into the picture, Beloved dated 2 different Donnas. One was a bartender at his local watering hole and she actually sent us a wedding gift but I always felt weird around her.
the other Donna? I never met the little fuck face but she was the epitome of psycho bitch. She was half Beloved’s age – chased him since she was in high school and he was her bus driver. After they split, she went bat shit crazy. Slashing his tires, punching holes in his row boat, blocking his car in. WHACK-O. I heard she moved to Florida. I only hope she gets caught in a hurricane and gets lifted out to sea.
Erik in WV says
Aunt Donna born mid 60’s, and Donna the secretary at work, very nice and good looking. I would have been Stephanie.
Patty in Cleveland says
I have an Aunt Donna born in 1952 and she is extremely self centered. There are two Donna’s at work one is in her 50s the other in her 30s. 50s Donna is a very sweet person and 30s Donna is also nice but a bit spoiled.
I don’t know any Donna’s. There is a couple clerical staff named Donna where I work, but be damned if I can even remember what building they are located in (we cover over 2500 square miles, so theres a few buildings I get around to).
If we include the male equivalent, of Don. Both of those are first class pricks who think mightly highly of themselves.
The Kuban says
I’ve known two Donna’s in my life….
One was my childhood best friends’ older sister. Flaming orange-red hair and known to fly off the handle at the drop of a hat. She was even admitted to a psych hospital – possibly more than once.
The other is my current next door neighbor. Super sweet lady, loves her kids and grandkids, always smiling. I adore her.
The Kuban says
My neighbor Donna also has a son named Kevin. 🙂
Lew in bama says
I work with a Donna. She is the most inept, inefficient, lazy, condescending, miserable old woman I know. We immediately nicknamed her “Aunt B” upon her hire, just because she was old and had gray hair. Then we quickly realized that nickname wouldn’t work since she was such a vile human being. Now she’s just “that old bitch in the basement’.
True Fact: Aunt Bea (from Andy Griffith) was a mean, nasty alky. So you’e assessment of your office Aunt B is correct!
And you can’tfire her because it’d be age discrimination, right?
Hey Donna do you wanna?
Bill in WV says
Used to work with a Donna, who, let me think of a word that would describe her…….uh…….unfit, yeah that would be it. She used to wear a size 14 Toyota Corolla to work.
I can only think of three people named Donna that I have known:
My wife’s first cousin, Donna who chain smoked about 4 packs per day and weighed about 80 pounds. Died young at age 64.
My Dad has second cousins who are identical twins, Donna and Monna (yes, Monna). Both about 70 years old now, very nice people, but Holy Rollers for sure.
And, Donna Jo from high school who was the head majorette. Built like a brick shit house but had a face only a mother could love. I probably did not utter three words to her during four years of high school, then had my way with that beautiful body several times one summer between Sophomore and Junior college years.
Donna Reed… mmmmmmmmmm.
Knew a Donna in college I would have married (or run away with) in a heartbeat. One of those girls that everyone had a crush on.
My best friend and I used to have three categories of women (yeah, we were shallow, fuck you) – “Donna’s” were the highest, most desired, most revered. There aren’t many true Donna’s in the world so if you’ve got one, treat her right or the rest of us will try to steal her away from you. You’ve been warned.
I’ve been told I was almost an “Eric”, glad I wasn’t. Made a nice alias though in my younger days.
My mom was Donna. She was born in 1931 though. Taught 3rd grade for close to 35 years and was welled loved. She died of cancer at 61. Way to young 🙁
I’m a Donna, 29. They say no man is a complete mystery except onto himself so i’m gonna paste from previous comments things i think describe me.
Donna was ditzy
pretty, sweet, and kind to everyone
long-time friend of the family who is always pleasant, if little ditzy. (a bit repetitive but a lot of people describe me this way and i’m a giant ditz)
crazier than a shithouse rat.
kind of nice but somewhat stuck up.
She is also one hell of a cook.
big doe-eyed girl
a very smart girl with the personality of a kitchen stool
She had no qualities to justify her belief the she was the shit.
(I had a best friend named Ashley, we grew apart and are only friends on facebook, and she’s not in my feed because of bible thumping)
Donnas are sadistic psycho bitches spawned from the fires of hell.
long straight brown hair parted in the middle. (it’s been colored like an exotic bird for years but that is my hair’s default)
I’m Named for my uncle Donny, Donna means woman … descendant of gingers aside from my hair i have full ginger features. and i was a tomboy and i’m still tough as shit.
extremely self centered (clearly, why else do this?)
very sweet person … also nice but a bit spoiled.
known to fly off the handle at the drop of a hat.
She was even admitted to a psych hospital … more than once.
inefficient, lazy, condescending
Built like a brick shit house.
Many of these are contradictory but most people, especially nuts are multifaceted.
I’ve only ever known 2 other Donna’s
the first was a teacher, thin, had a dikeish pixie cut. i’m sure she was an excellent teacher but i was very focused on being a terrible student at the time so she hated me greatly.
the second was a bus driver, she was super nice but also had bull-dike hair and closely resembled the bus itself.
onto Kevins, known 3
first went to grade school with me, jock, nice, handsome
the next owned a company i worked for, charismatic, good leader, fat as a house. and the last is a lovely persian cat. strange name fir a cat to me but he’s so pretty and it’s endearing.
I stumbled upon this after hearing that your name can dictate your profession and i’m still looking for mine. found this pretty entertaining, hope y’all enjoyed the ramble.
I’m a Donna!
And I love my name. My mom’s name is Donna too.
I’ve always felt there was something special about the name Donna. But of course, I am biased. 🙂 It’s a great name. Solid, not too feminine or frou-frou. You can’t make a diminutive of it, like how Cynthia becomes Cindy, Susan/Susie; Kathleen/Katy; etc etc etc.
And for some reason, I love the way guys – dudes – men – say my name. I feel like they like it too. Take that, all you non-Donnas out there! Don’t be jealous.