Look – I get the bad-assness of this name. I really do. I can totally see naming my son Baretta, for all of those times when a bad ass is needed in a situation, people can look to Baretta.
Except, of course, if Baretta turns out NOT to be a bad ass at all. Or, in those times when a bad ass is not only not needed, but unwanted.
“Oh, Baretta…I love you too. Of course I’ll marry you. NOT!”