As one of the few folks of my generation named Max, I love my name and have pretty much made it an adjective for my unique personality among those who know me. Like Madonna, Bono, or Cher - I am Max. But most of you don't know that I have Moses Malone to thank for my name.
mother was all set to name me Moses because of her love of the film The
Ten Commandments - and not Charlton Heston, mind you, but Anne Baxter's
reaction to him. That's right, I was gonna be a Moe not a Max (and subject to Three Stooges jokes instead of tampon jokes, but I digress). And
then Moses Malone decided to enter the NBA draft right out of high
school and everyone lost their minds. She heard the name over and over
and over again and she got incredibly sick of it. So she shifted gears and named
me after her favorite uncle instead.
So thank you Moses Malone fo' fo' fo'
giving me my distinguishing moniker. Rest in peace.