another baby robbed of any shot at normalcy

In a fair and balanced world, there would be a special school where rich little children with names like Apple and Suri and Coco and Sailor Lee and Dreena and Aspen go to feel normal, to fit in, to avoid the giggles and "huh? could you spell that" reactions from classmates with more...conventional names.

Enroll Bluebell Madonna Haliwell in that school, asap.

Because when reciting your baby's name, it's always neat to have it sound like a verse from "This Old Man." Nick-Nack-Pattywack. Bluebell Haliwell.

Maybe it was a subtle dig at the absentee father of Ms Ginger Spice's baby...because she knows he'll inevitably read about the baby in a magazine or newspaper. He'll probably recoil knowing that there's a lovely little girl out in the world that's made of 50% him and her name is Bluebell Madonna.

Unfortunately, I don't think such a school specifically exists...because even in the most expensive, exclusive, probably British private Academy, there's bound to be a perfectly rich and entitled Mary or an Ann or a William or a Jonathan...at which point all bets are off. Poor little Bluebell will come home some day and ask Mommy Ginger why the girls at school think she was named after a dairy creamery...