Ripley strolls onto the naming stage like a breeze across an English meadow—fitting, since the surname sprang from Old English words for “strip of clearing” and “woodland field.” As a given name, it wears no gender label; boy or girl, Ripley carries the same easy swagger. Pop-culture has sprinkled it with stardust: think Ellen Ripley, the fearless heroine who battled xenomorphs with más coraje than a matador, or Robert Ripley, the globe-trotting curator of curiosities whose catchphrase—“Believe It or Not!”—still tickles the imagination. Parents in the U.S. have been quietly collecting the name like seashells since the early ’90s, nudging it up the charts to a cozy mid-700s rank in recent years. Ripley sounds crisp—RIP-lee, as quick and bright as a skipping stone—yet its woodsy roots lend it an earthy calm. All told, Ripley is a small adventure wrapped in six letters: part meadow, part movie screen, and 100 percent ready for whatever story a child decides to write.
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