I was named after a woman.
Me too. The woman my mother pretended to be.
That must be kind of a headfuck.
Oh no, it's a cute story. When she was a teenager, all the boys down in the local town her family moved to thought she was Italian, so she didn't tell them her real name, she told them another one, an Italian one because she loved being mistaken for being Italian. She was young, so it's ok.