Connie Wang was 3 when she chose her own name. Her given name, Xiaokang, was tough for most Midwesterners to pronounce. Her parents asked their first-born daughter if she'd like to take on an English one, and she replied with the name of the most recognized face in America that looked like hers.
"I said Connie because I admired Connie Chung. She was pretty. She was serious. She was famous," Wang told me, adding that these were virtues important to a preschooler.
How Wang, 35, and an outsize sisterhood of Asian American women got the name Connie provided the impetus for the most artful essay on representation I have ever read. Wang, a journalist born in China and raised in the Minneapolis suburb of Eden Prairie, wrote about "Generation Connie" in the New York Times last month, an offshoot of the reporting and research she conducted for her new memoir.
Wang interviewed dozens of Asian Connies, including the OG, and chronicled "the ripple effects that one woman on TV prompted just by being there, doing her job," as Wang wrote in the opinion piece.
Though the name Connie hasn't been trending since the 1950s, Wang said there have been Asian Connies in every place she's worked. She realized the popularity of her name within Asian American families when she stood in line at a campus cafe on her first day at the University of California, Berkeley, where nearly half of the student population was Asian.
Someone shouted, "Connie Wang!" (Hilariously, the greeting was intended for a different Connie Wang beside her.)
But Connie Chung never knew that so many Connies were named after her until Wang told her about the phenomenon.
"I think what I'm about to say is very Chinese, but I saw myself as a worker bee who was trying to survive in a business that was very brutal," Chung told Wang. "I was just clawing my way through a lot of hazing, and sexual and racial reactions to my existence. I was clueless, really. I couldn't imagine what anyone was perceiving as a viewer, or if anyone noticed."