I Find this Funny

Me: Have you ever read the story about Tikitiki-tembo-no-sa-rembo-chari-bari-ruchie-pip-peri-pembo?
Him: Is that the one about the mongoose and the snake?
Me: ...no.......
Him: Oh sorry. That's Riki-tiki-tavi .

In other news, I hate cheesy names on food menus. I was in line at Greenfields with a professor the other day, trying to give the impression I'm a devoted student who avoids wearing sweatpants and studies for the GRE in my freetime. He handed me a menu. Unfortunately my palate that day was rooting for something called the Mamasita Fajita Salad. Now, it's bad enough that Mamasita and Fajita rhyme, but if we really want to phenomenologize this further, what are we supposed to do with the word mamasita? I have never heard this word in a good context before, and it conjures an image of a large Mexican woman, barefoot, at the door of a small hut, holding a bowl of some kind of floury dough. I imagine this woman is standing over my shoulder while I order, rattling away in Spanish and kneading her dough as I eat. Despair.
"Anything look good?" the professor asks.
"Why yes, professor. I Myself, being a big 'ol fan of mamasitas, will be eating this fajita salad."
"....Yeah." I point. "I...really like curry. I think I'm gonna get the chicken."

The same thing happened to me the other day at Reckers. A strawberry smoothie sounded pretty good. Too bad the most preferable option for extra vitamins was called a 'Femme boost'. There's something really uncomfortable about saying 'femme boost.' Try it. Femme boost femme boost femme boost. See? I feel I need to make some kind of excuse for ordering something so silly. People understand immune boosts. People understand protein boosts. People understand femme boosts like they understand Halle Berry in Catwoman. When I say the phrase "Femme boost" in public I feel like I might as well shake my hair out, stand on the counter and sing "I am Woman, Hear me Roar." I've bought this same smoothie three times, and every time it goes something like this.
"Hi, can I have a number 11 strawberry smoothie with...[bites lip, leans on counter, looks around a little come on Sloan you're never going to see these people again] a Femme boost? What a silly name. Pretty dumb, huh? Yeah. Femme boost. [cringes as cashier yells order to the cooks, look around to see who possibly could have overhead and may now think unassuming girl in sweatpants with a GRE book is a dominatrix]."
Fun names for stuff are fine. I'm not saying we should always call a spade a spade. I am saying we shouldn't call a spade an Esperanza Spade, a Sufferin' Spadecotash, a Spoony Balooney Spade, or a Spadetacular. I would appreciate culinary names that don't allude to cultural awkwardities, bodily functions, or feminists. My fajita salad and my smoothie need not go to war in my stomach in the forms of a gordita and Wonder Woman. They can digest peacefully, thank you. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Mt. Bagelhorn with Avalanche Cream Cheese. Yo-Yogurt. Ho Chi Minh Stir Fry. Water. With a Femme boost.