Lovely Rita, meter maid
I used to look after an old woman called Rita, she was as mad as a sofa full of snakes. She was the size of a sofa full of snakes too. She used to scream and stamp her feet if, eg, another resident was sitting in her spot at the table.
We had her checked over, but several mental health professionals were of the opinion that mentally she was perfectluy healthy but (as one put it) "had been accustomed from an early age to a life that goes her way, and no other"
She was brattish, in other words.
And that name has precisely those connotaions for me, so not for me.