What Should I Name My Plant?

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Last night, I decided to leave my blogging cave and enjoy a nice walk around my neighborhood. Like an idiot, I “just stopped in” to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden’s gift shop, and went into a fugue state that only slightly cleared when I arrived 30 minutes later (the gift shop is TINY but if you don’t touch every single plant in there did you really go???) at the cash register. “Errmmm, oh yeah, I am a member…did you…need to know that?” I stammered to the employee, exhausted from my hours of dutiful blogging and singing jazz standards in my empty house.

“Only if you want a discount!” she chirped back. Dang, I thought. If I knew that, I would’ve bought another plant.

My recent and more serious interest in plants (in college, I had two: Miles, who jumped from a ledge, and a cactus I named Orenthal while trying to subversive) is for a few reasons: one, they look cool. I mostly own succulents and the corner of my bedroom in which they live could definitely get at least 1,000 notes if photographed for Tumblr. Two, I feel like I can take care of something, aware of the privilege that comes with taking care of a life but feeling relatively chill about the potential for failure. A friend who works at a Greenmarket gave me my first adult plant; I was leaving her apartment one night and she mentioned a woman had given it to her at work, trading nature for nature. It was brown and scraggly, sort of withered; I took it home in a plastic bag and had my boyfriend teach me how to pot it. Within days, it perked up; weeks, it turned fully green; after a few months, flowers bloomed. I look at it and I think, I did that, and I relish the tangibility of my power and my care.

Three, I really like giving them stupid names. I don’t have any real rules, just that I try to make the names unexpected and sort of funny. So, back to the point: last night I bought two new succulents, which you’ll see below. I decided to name one Chirlane McCray, New York’s First Lady and my tier supreme, but her sister-in-soil remains unnamed! So I decided to turn this into a celebrity contest, only instead of flying you and three of your closest friends out to New York for a dinner, an all-expenses paid luxury suite, and a chance to meet your favorite blogger, I’m just letting you name my plant.

I might’ve had a lot of wine around 6 o’clock last night and decided to embark on a very casual photo shoot with all my plants that wasn’t styled at all no what I just always have a leopard-print snuggie casually hanging on my kitchen counter!!!!!!! Below are the plants I own, which I photographed because I want to know about yours too (and in the event that you are a plant scientist and you can tell me what I’m doing wrong)! My plants are my babies — — let’s make like some Park Slope moms and brag about them!

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Peanut Butter. This is the aforementioned Greenmarket plant — my ugliest one, by far, but my favorite. Once my roommate accidentally knocked him over and I cried.

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Bingo, a stalk of bamboo I bought from IKEA when I wanted to make my room look more “mature.” It lives in front of my Simon & Garfunkel album.

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Simon and Garfunkel. Obviously! One is so tall, and the other’s solo work is so overrated!

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Louis Armstrong and His Hot Five, the only acceptable name for such a busy plant.

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Zapp Brannigan, because this plant is stupid but if it were on Futurama it’d be the best character.

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Farley Granger, also known as the hot dude in Hitchcock movies who wasn’t Jimmy Stewart or Gregory Peck. It’s really cute, just like him.

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Lisa Vanderpump. She looks like she smells really good, and so does this plant.

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Chirlane McCray, right, and left… to be determined!

So! Let’s talk about plants and soil and light and potting, then GIVE ME SOME NAMING IDEAS.