I have had this fight twice now... TWICE! With two different men. Both looked at me at the end of the conversation like I was an alien and they couldn't comprehend the place where I was coming from. Yet they can. They know exactly how I feel and yet they have decided my feelings mean nothing. That I do not deserve the same independance as they do. That some cultural idiocy means more to them than I do.
I will not change my name.
I was born with this name, I will die with it. I stand firm. I have been told by family and friends and a whole lot of other people that if I love them, I'd have no problem changing my name. That it helps bring people together, conects them on common ground. Bull s**t. If that was all there was to it, it wouldn't be such a big deal. We can connect in other ways, come together, share other common ground. Like a home, children, bank accounts... EVERYTHING. Why do I have to change my name to theirs? And, if it was, as my mother put it, not all that big of a deal, that I was making it more than it was, then why won't they take my name? Why is the mere mention of it sacrilage?
'Take a woman's name?! OH MY GOD! She was joking right?'
Men balk at the idea. They were brought up thinking that some day they would take a wife and she would take their name.
You don't own me. You can't put your stamp on me. We are a partnership, give and take in both directions. So lets combine our name. Funny thing is. I would do that. I would create a whole new last name before I changed mine to theirs. I think that is a great idea. Most people think it is stupid. Well xP to them.
pangolin · Wed Dec 14, 2005 @ 12:11am · 6 Comments
