Adolf, one-year-old JoyceLynn Aryan Nation and 8-month-old Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie "were removed from their parents’ home Tuesday night by the New Jersey Division of Youth and Family Services," according to the local police chief, who admitted that the police had not received any reports of abuse or neglect. The parents are due in court for a hearing over what one can only assume involves naming one's children after prominent Nazis and raising them as white supremacists.

Now, we don't yet know why the kids were seized, and one assumes there's got to be a better legal basis than just abhorrent beliefs and cruel and unusual naming (insert yuppie name joke here)...because, if not, Heath and Deborah Campbell would seem to have a pretty good case. And as we know from the unpleasant birthday-cake incident, they're not exactly adverse to litigation. Stay tuned.

Adolf Hitler, Sisters Taken from Parents' Home [NBC]

Earlier: The View: Not OK To Name Baby Adolf, OK To Oppose Gay Marriage
http://jezebel.com/5112404/the-view-not-ok-to-name-baby-adolf-ok-to-oppose-gay-marriage

The Observer's Irina Aleksander identifies the man-type thusly:

Often the creative type, he projects a deceptive vulnerability, while maintaining an appealing confidence. He’s usually not the best-looking guy in the room, but he is the smartest; he turns these traits to his advantage, playing up the contrast with the typical hot guy or womanizer (physical inferiority, emotional evolvement). His courtship begins with a rushed sense of intimacy and, yet, a disarming lack of forward physical advances; a first date might involve a game of Scrabble or perhaps a cup of tea; his target usually leaves wondering if in fact it was a date at all. And yet the story always has the same ending—he grows distant, stops calling and eventually disappears with little explanation, if any.

As distinct from a self-absorbed emo guy, or what Jessica has termed "the wimpster," l'Homme Fatal manufactures a semblance of emotion as part of his romantic shtick. He's less sleazy than a Gamester, but his M.O. is just as direct. Aleksander identifies several real-life examples of the type: serial womanizers like Ryan Adams, Justin Long, Josh Hartnett and the Gossip Girl character Aaron Rose, all of whom seem to project a wounded humility while surrounded by a suspiciously omnipresent harem of gorgeous women. However, while a scourge on the land, this type is not necessarily villainous: most of those quoted in the article are ready to ascribe the type's antics to immaturity. Says one victim,

“He’s not a bad dude, but he just doesn’t know how not to have this over-the-top magical romance which eventually leaves girls completely broken. He’s like a love monster...I think this type of guy is more dangerous than the typical one-night-stander because there is so much more emotion and attachment involved that is ultimately more destructive.”

Of course, such a type couldn't exist if women didn't respond to it, nor is it necessarily new. Woody Allen, after all, built a career as an unlikely womanizer on the sensitive underdog persona. It's been a while now since the guy who doesn't get the girl has morphed into the hero, but "sensitive" is still equal to "harmless" in the popular imagination. The archetype used to be "secretly-sensitive asshole"; now it's "nice guy with the heart of a jerk." Although we're surrounded by the type, we're still not, on some level, prepared for it. And because this guy is as interested in an emotional conquest as a physical one, we're not trained to fend him off. Perhaps as sexual conquest has become less taboo, a certain kind of man feels the need for another kind of challenge.

In my experience, men of this stripe have a hard time with straightforward platonic friendship with the opposite sex: while they might maintain such a relationship, they insist on introducing an often-flattering, sometimes baffling element of romantic tension into everything, either because they crave drama or need to feel wanted. And when these guys talk about their relationships, they never rule out a hint of conflict, of torture, of uncertainty -they are just that sensitive! Or that immature.

Says one "recovering H.F.," “The empathy is there, but people who do the most harm are people who don’t know what they want, and Hommes Fatales don’t know what they want.” Luckily, we do!

Beware L'Homme Fatale! [Observer]
Related: Manic Pixie Dream Girls Are The Scourge Of Modern Cinema

While some feel a to-the-point name would actually stand out at this point, the fashion pack is still cleaving to obscurity. “For us, it’s intriguing when a label has a weird name,” [Opening Ceremony co-owner] Leon tells the magazine. “Someone will say, ‘There’s a line in Japan called Mercibeaucoup.’ So what is that? The name doesn’t give you any idea. We do a little research and then go to these secret locations to find them. It’s a game of telephone for us.” Basically, it's like a bunch of surrealists were stuck in an ad agency and phoned it in for half an hour before getting bored and calling it a day! And don't think this trend is confined to the high-end: Urban Outfitters is rife with "Fairytales are Trues" and Kimchi and Blues." Or the trend of women's names — Edie Rose? Madison Marcus? — that have nothing to do with the designers'. And don't even get us started on jeans. As far as we can see, this genre of names divides into four major categories.

Obscure and Cool-Sounding:
Helmet of the Will
Elevate and Collide
Slow and Steady Wins the Race
Goat and Tree

Misleading:
Minimarket
Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair (not shoes - ed)

Pretentious:
Miss Havisham
Black Sheep & Prodigal Sons (from Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir by Anatole Broyard. Obvi.)
Miss Davenporte

Sorta Descriptive:
Dirty Librarian Chains (it's actually jewelry-ed)

As for our nascent lines? Working titles:
The Grand Sophy (Doubles as theoretical band name - ed)
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Red Fox Eats Japanese Eggplant
Andre Says Baah!
Wistful Antagonism
Bish Plz

The Name Game [W]