I find it deeply tedious. The whole male-names-on-females movement has lost its fizz and sparkle, and makes me think of someone in the late 1960s who wakes up one morning and suddenly notices that everyone else's skirts are mid-thigh while hers are still just below the knee. She shortens them to just above the knee, and spends her days and nights telling anyone who'll listen how bold and daring she feels. Moi? Yes, carry right on, call a girl
Vincent, or
Garth, or
Reginald: it's a fad and it'll blow over.