This is actually something my parents have talked about frequently. Part of the decision making process was to sit down and think of all of the ways any of the names they’d chosen could be turned into insults. When they found a name, Whitney, that they had trouble turning into insults, they settled on it.
Evidently, my grandmother wasn’t thrilled with the choice. I’ve always liked it because I’ve rarely had to share my name with anyone else. Kids did still manage to turn it into an insult, but my parents couldn’t think of everything.