Back in the mid-90s, I accompanied a girlfriend to a county fair, and there was a guy with a booth there who was selling Egyptian jewelry with all sorts of exotic designs. And his specialty was a custom pendant that he would fashion with your name in hieroglyphics. So this seemed exotic and exciting to us both, as we were so very goth at the time, and so I ordered one for her, and she wore it proudly. In fact, even as I moved on to the next girlfriend after her, I promptly ordered exactly the same type of hieroglyphic pendant from the same vendor for the new girl. The second girl found it so amazing and was personally touched by my gesture that she made it a permanent fixture of her wardrobe. In every photo I saw of her, for decades since we broke up, she was still wearing her hieroglyphic pendant.

And, of course, in the tradition of bad tattoos, none of us were never completely sure whether the "spelling" or transliteration or pronunciation was completely accurate or even close. We just reveled in the exotic, personalized objets d'art, regardless of their authenticity (although the vendor did appear to be some sort of Arab who might even be authentically Egyptian himself.)