I am watching an old episode of "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century," a television program from 1979. The premise of the show is that hunky astronaut Buck Rogers (Gil Gerard) is frozen in 1987 and wakes up five hundred years later, where everybody still dresses as if it were the 1970s and the world is run by computerized faces with light bulbs in them. In the twenty-fifth century, Buck earns his living as a combination secret agent and starfighter pilot.

In this episode, his mission is to protect a genetically perfect woman who is a passenger on a cruise spaceship. The genetically perfect woman is threatened by a sickly blonde-haired woman who transforms in times of stress into a nasty brown-haired woman who can throw people across the room with one hand (like the Incredible Hulk with feathered hair). Of course, her name is Sabrina.

Nineteen seventy-nine must have been the last year that anyone was christened with the name Sabrina before a five-hundred-year moratorium on its use. (I would expect teenage witches are exempt from this, as they are from most laws of the physical universe.)