It's funny because I ended up in a similar conversation with a friend, who was trying to posit that she and I represent the two sides of First Nations naming (although I was named entirely by my white dad, so conclusions may be groundless). There's the trendy, aspirational name that seems modern and unique to the namer but is soon deemed "trashy" by society at large, and then there's the tradition of naming a child after an elder, resulting in a bunch of late 20th century elementary schoolchildren named Jane and Bertha and Albert and John.

She declared herself the winner, because middle-class white people have decided her very traditional name is on-trend. But I say just wait. In 150 years, Destiny and McKayla, and yes, even Robyn-with-a-y (or with a y-n-n-e) will be venerable great-grandmother names too.