At some point you have to ask that the world embrace you exactly where you are, and if your name is Quintavious, then, damn it, be Quintavious in all its glory. Don’t shorten it. Rather, force Starbucks baristas to spell it properly; work with them on the correct pronunciation. Demand that they include all of the apostrophes and hyphens that your parents placed on your birth certificate, because you deserve a place in this world, and we need to open ourselves up to that.