It was considered a ridiculous name at the time.

Once again she thought how ridiculous that name was for someone tall and sturdy like her.

At least he didn't call me by another one of those ridiculous names.

After all, he decided, the ridiculous name was no more incomprehensible than the marriage which had produced the child.

It was a ridiculous name and typical of the neighbourhood we were living in then.

As if I'd want to be seen in tie-dye, or have people know the ridiculous name they gave me.

She doesn't care what it looks like as long as we forget about the "ridiculous" American names her son suggested.

He had always found his name incongruous, even ridiculous.

"Have I not told you before never to call me by that ridiculous name in the presence of others?"