If only I looked more ethnic.
It’s hard to fathom now, but the entire time my mom knew she was pregnant with me (from October 1980 to April 1981) her “boy name” for me was Mario Eugene Shell. But of course, my name is instead Nicholas Shane Shell. Why? I “didn’t look like a Mario”. In other words, I was too white.
In essence, I am a mixed race- technically only half white. One of the main ways I determine whether or not a person is “white” (other than their skin color) is by looking at their last name- if it ends in a vowel, they are probably not white. My mom’s maiden name was Metallo (Italian) and her mother’s maiden name was Mendez (it doesn’t end in a vowel but it’s common knowledge that Mexicans are not “white”- especially not the ones in my family- they have darker skin).
My dad (a Southern boy of English, German, Cherokee Indian, and distant Greek traces) had married this exotic black haired woman from the North (Buffalo, NY). It was assumed that their child would take after the more ethnic features, like mocha skin and black curly hair. But on April 20, 1981 at 8:37 PM, both my parents were amazed to hold a seemingly All-American baby.
They looked at each other, then my mom said to my dad, “He’s not a Mario. We need a new name.” A few hours later, before midnight, still on the day I was born, I was named Nicholas (a Greek name that is a popular Italian male name). My middle name is Shane, which is a form of Sean, which is a form of the Hebrew (Jewish) name, John. (Shane was considered for my first name but “Shane Shell” really doesn’t work.)
And that’s how I got my name- a quickly formed “plan B”. To imagine, if I looked more Mexican (like my sister, though she’s often mistaken for Hawaiian) or even a dark-skinned Italian, I would have been Mario Eugene. (My dad’s middle name is Eugene.) That’s means that growing up, everyone at school would have called me Super Mario and constantly made references to video game series. But I don’t think it would have been all that different from my actual childhood, where everyone sang “Nick-nick-nick-nick-nick-nick-nick-nick, Nickelodeon!” to me. And some people still do… Aunt Rosa!