Her name is not Julie.
Which in most cases is no great crime; names like Elizabeth, Raelynne, or Marlene are just as acceptable and effeminate without being Julie and no one bats an eye about it. Still, there’s a mesmeric quality about Julie, light and sing-songing, pretty…and the polar opposite to something like Corynne, especially when spelled incorrectly. The latter is earthy, muddy even, and well-rooted—or seemed so—does not readily draw attention but thrives when—most often by accident—it is bestowed. Medium in both hue and height, and well-shaped despite being unwilling to recognize those more aesthetically pleasing features that others like to point out, Corynne does not think of itself as belonging to a black woman, and this is a shared mindset between the two of them.
