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on (not) changing my name
Jan. 25th, 2012 07:33 amBecause it's the inevitable question, isn't it? Once the initial excitement settles. Well? Are you or aren't you?
I've never been especially attached to my last name. I got the usual round of teasing in elementary school. Many of my closest friends don't know me by that name at all. But still, it's there: this is my name.
Several of my friends were vocally pleased with my choice not to bow to the man. My sister just got married and didn't; my mother did both times she married. At a recent engagement party (not mine), the groom-to-be's mother made nametags and made mine out to Tropie Hislastname (and in fact sent the invitation to Mr & Mrs Hislastname).
Only a few of my friends' mothers had their maiden names when I was a kid, and I remember it always being a thing if I accidentally used the wrong name. What does it matter, I always thought. They still knew who I meant, and after all, what other purpose do names serve.
Personally, at least, it's also this one: this is me. There was myself before, and there will be myself then, too. Despite the (I'm sure) constant misnaming I'm in for: this is me.
I've never been especially attached to my last name. I got the usual round of teasing in elementary school. Many of my closest friends don't know me by that name at all. But still, it's there: this is my name.
Several of my friends were vocally pleased with my choice not to bow to the man. My sister just got married and didn't; my mother did both times she married. At a recent engagement party (not mine), the groom-to-be's mother made nametags and made mine out to Tropie Hislastname (and in fact sent the invitation to Mr & Mrs Hislastname).
Only a few of my friends' mothers had their maiden names when I was a kid, and I remember it always being a thing if I accidentally used the wrong name. What does it matter, I always thought. They still knew who I meant, and after all, what other purpose do names serve.
Personally, at least, it's also this one: this is me. There was myself before, and there will be myself then, too. Despite the (I'm sure) constant misnaming I'm in for: this is me.