My mother-in-law went to a hoity-toity girls school in Los Angeles. One of her friends was called "Pishy." (That's in quotation marks because my MIL didn't know how "Pishy" spelled her name, if it was her given name, or if it was a nickname.) After a few years, she asked if there was a story behind the name. "Pishy" said, "Oh, yes! My parents always loved the story of Cupid and "Pishy." It's one of their favorite myths."
Cupid and PSYCHE, people.
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I have a dear friend named Psyche. We used to share an office, and I can't tell you how many times I heard her say on the phone, "Psyche. Like psychology but with an e on the end. Yes it's my real name." Phishy may have been less hassle.
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