I never liked Frank. It's really Francis. HATED that, and no one has ever called me that and lived.
I got stuck with that name because my Dad, who was born in Italy wanted to name me Dante. My Mom said NO WAY, (Thank God!). I was born 2 maonths early, while they were still fighting about it. I layed in the hospital for 3 days with no name...until the hospital insisted they name me.
My mom was sneaky. My Dad's best friend was the Dr. who delivered me, so my Mom said right in front of both of them, "Honey, let's name our son after your best friend". My Dad could not say no, so I got stuck with Frank.
In school I heard Francis the talking mule, Frankenstein, Frankfurter, etc. My Mom had a small statue of St Francis of Assisi in my room. I hated it because the statue looked dumb, with birds all over it, and I thought it said St Francis WAS A SISSY.
Oh well...no wonder I'm so messed up. My wife loves me. And none of my kids were Frank Jr.......would not do that to them.
Sorry for the long post. I do not know what anyone thinks of the name Frank......nothing I can do about it regardless....