What Your Home Wi-Fi Name Says About You

Would a router by any other name smell as sweet?

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You’re used to a time when things just worked — no apps or special set-up needed. So, you never bothered to change the default network name. No one ever asks you for technical support, and you still get misty remembering that Sidekick phone you had in high school.

jenandjake

Congratulations on taking your relationship to the next level: sharing a router. Nothing says “we’re gonna make it” more than cohabiting with a personalized internet line. This is your first place together or you just got married. Either way, you don’t have kids (yet) and Jen definitely named this account.

My Other WiFi is a Campfire

The great outdoors is your happy place, and you can recite random facts about wild creatures without ever loading a Wikipedia page. Did you know the Banana Slug’s mucus functions as both a lubricant and an adhesive? I bet you did! Sadly, city friends have stopped tagging along on your adventures ever since you switched from GPS to celestial navigation.

Welcome to the Millers

You keep a backup key under the doormat or decorative porch frog, and your Wi-Fi password is “Password.” You’re not so much breezy as you are indifferent — to security and to the news. Why bother when the porch frog is always on duty?

Stinky Central

Your brother has a penchant for pranks. He’s found the account password and made some changes. Unfortunately, he also changed the password and refuses to share it with the family.

All Hail the Queen

Most opponents write you off before you even sit down, attributing your advanced ranking to “woman’s luck” or, more likely, a computing error. You don’t need luck because you thrive on being underestimated, using it as cover to ruthlessly capture your opponent’s Queen while they’re busy bragging about beating someone at street chess who “looks just like you but way hotter.” Once their King is toast, the deeper strategy is clear: Your opponent was the pawn all along. Checkmate.

Reality Bytes

The halcyon days of baggy jeans, flannel, and Noxzema may be over (As if!), but you keep the dream alive with an endless loop of Leo and Kate movies. Sandwiched between Boomers and Millennials, you’re so used to being ignored that you’ve started to wonder if “Forget this IP” is your actual network. Whatever!

Mom & Dad Click Here for Internet

You recruited one of your adult children to be your on-call IT support. When they tried to resign, you agreed to compromise: They created a Wi-Fi name and password that are easy to remember, and you taped the password to the underside of your computer desk.

Pick Up Your Dog Poop

You’re fed up and not afraid to advertise it! You’ve tried polite requests, signs, and even a curt side-eye. But once again, their toy poodle has shuffled into the “No Dumping Zone.” Now you wait for a Wi-Fi emergency within range to shame them.

Vive Pierre!

At one time you were known as Peter, born and raised in Toledo. These days, you only answer to Pierre, a rebrand that happened while dating a French exchange student named Chloé. She encouraged you to grow a French moustache and surrender your beloved Kraft singles for frommage. After college graduation, it was bon voyage Chloe, bonjour heartache. But your love of French culture lives on, even if it means silently enduring your parents’ Americanized pronunciation of croissant and friends banning your all-season beret from the weekly summer cookouts.