The gentle femininity of the CH phoneme -- as pronounced in church, cherub and churlish -- is very different from the crisper pronunciation (with its masculine overtones) found in names like Christopher and Christina. The softer articulation imbues these names with warmth and charm, and when teamed up with the passions of the red-blooded, romantic letter R, gives them an unmistakable quality of feminine sexuality. We find these characteristics in the words: cheery, chirpy, cherish, cherubic, charity and charming.
The CHR’s feminine side rules her existence, and true to this romantic essence, she tends to operate on a subjective basis. Her gut instinct, rather than her powerful intellect, will rule the day. And to her credit, her assessments are usually accurate. The CHR only runs into difficulty when it comes to life’s more mundane issues – such as holding down a job or getting up in the morning -- for she’s decidedly a creature of comfort. But because she’s willing (and eminently able) to ply her feminine charms, there’s usually someone willing to cater to her chocolate and champagne appetites. She’ll even go so far as to hide her intelligence behind a flirtatious façade if it helps her avoid the stigma that brainy women sometimes have to overcome.
The CHR’s sensitive and dramatic nature often steers her into some form of creative self-expression. Whether she’s talented or not, she’ll be drawn to acting, painting, photography or singing – or pretty much anything that can scratch her itch to create something. But before you write her off as an irreverent self-indulgent artist, consider that many CHRs feel a deep sense of responsibility toward humanity and will actually get off their butts to help out. Sometimes, it just manifests itself in the way they plays caretaker in the lives of those around them (they’re also not above a motherly lecture at times), but often it takes the form of their charity work or social causes.
The CHR mate is affectionate and responsive as long as everything dovetails into her romantic notions of how her life should unfold. She won't rest until her house is immaculate, the garden blooming, and the kids obedient. But she’s unlikely to be the one getting her hands dirty. That’s what men are for. It’s not laziness per se that makes her this way; it’s simply how she’s always believed that life should work. If you want cohabit in her castle in the sky, just cater to her ladyship’s requirements. She’ll return the favor with the uncompromising love and loyalty of a storybook princess.
