I have issues with the name “Margo” and its variants. Nothing against the various any Margo or Margot or Margeaux I’ve actually met, but I have an unfortunate association with the name, no matter how it’s spelled. Back in seventh grade, I had to read and write a paper on The Diary of Anne Frank, and, in doing so, realized that my version of Microsoft Word didn’t recognize the name of Anne’s sister, Margot. The spell check suggested that I might have actually meant either “maggot” or “marmot.”
To this day that’s the first thing I think of when I met a Margo or a Margot or a Margeax — “Maggot or marmot?” It’s as if every one of them has to be one or the other.
But really, I have nothing against the people themselves.