Paris McMahon has got to be one the coolest, grittiest names anyone could have, and, but for a cruel twist of fate, there would even be a real guy running around with the name. Unfortunately, as his parents weren't married, the new born Paris had chosen for him at birth his mother's maiden-name (rather than his father's name of McMahon). Suffice to say - to shield him from some possible embarassment - it wasn't McMahon or anything approaching that good. Think Paris Braithwaite or something else equally non-exotic and quintessentially English and tawdry.
Anyway I think Paris McMahon is a great name. Cultured, sophisticated, and a bit mediteranean - whether Greek or French - with a rough edge of Celtic testosterone thrown in for good measure. You can imagine Paris being an inspiring extreme sports athlete, a gifted musician and /or writer, and possibly a great lover of women. With a name like that one would hope Paris would be a politically-correct kind of secret agent / freedom fighter only working for ecologically friendly and right-thinking peoples of the world.... Err ... actually thinking about it he'd probably be a mercenary who'd work for anyone but it's nice to think of him as an updated version of the Saint for the moment.
Suffice to say my name isn't Paris McMahon - there's a bit of French but almost no Celtic or Greek AND I'd probably have to spell it several times for you to get it right. My real name doesn't hint at astonishing athletic or romantic prowess either and certainly doesn't make you think of gritty freedom fighters - which is probably just as well as none of the above really apply. Still it seemed a shame to have the name go to waste so I'm claiming it - apologies to any real Paris McMahon's out there in the world!
