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P.G. Wodehouse is always a fun and entertaining read. But I didn't realize how prescient he was until I read Aunt Dahlia's reaction to one of Bertie's girlfriends:

'Yes, Aunt Dahlia,' I said, 'you have guessed my secret. I do indeed love.'
'Who is she?'
'A Miss Pendlebury. Christian Name, Gwladys. She spells it with a "w".'
'With a "g", you mean.'
"With a "w" and a "g".'
'Not Gwladys?'
'That's it.'
The relative uttered a yowl.
'You sit there and tell me you haven't enough sense to steer clear of a girl who calls herself Gwladys? Listen, Bertie,' said Aunt Dahlia earnestly,'I'm an older woman than you are - well you know what I mean - and I can tell you a thing or two. And one of them is that no good can come of association with anything labelled Gwladys or Ysobel or Ethyl or Mabelle or Kathryn."

Indeed, Aunt Dahlia.

As true in 2007 as it was in 1930. If only more of today's parents read Wodehouse.