If you are a parent, you should be aware of the many street names of as many drugs as you can to ensure that you know when there may be a potential problem on your hands. For instance, if you hear your teen talking in terminology that addresses Black Mollies, you should know that the teen is referring to amphetamines and the use of drugs—this is the only real instance that the term black mollies would really be used. This is a sign that you need to have a talk with your teen about drugs, the dangers of amphetamines and you may even want to seek professional help.
There’s also the option of attempting to change your name to something a bit more unusual. When I went to boarding school at age 16, I thought about going by one of my middle names, Charlotte. But I ultimately stuck with Sarah. To be a Charlotte, I felt, meant committing to a particular kind of personality—someone polished and feminine, the kind of girl who went to art galleries on weekends and spoke flawless French. The issue wasn’t so much that I didn’t feel like a Charlotte as that I was afraid of not living up to it. Sarah, by contrast, was reassuringly commitment-free.
Gay Gardens in Dagenham (admittedly not rude as such) was so named (having formely been Stockdale Gardens, IIRC) at the request of the residents there in the 1950s (not foreseeing any advance in the changing of the implications of words in the years ahead), who needed a new name for the road because the Royal Mail were getting it mixed up with another road with a similar name elsewhere in Dagneham, and chose this because they felt it most accurately represented the jolly and happy spirit of the place. (The hardest old-school skinhead at my primary school lived down there.)