Be brave, Bird.
For snacktime today, you must look elsewhere.
My good friend BridalBird asked me to do a guest post on why she should not change her last name upon marriage. Isn't it obvious??! First she changes her name. Then she ends up wearing white Keds and sequined holiday sweatshirts. Think about that, Bird. Think about it.
My good friend BridalBird asked me to do a guest post on why she should not change her last name upon marriage. Isn't it obvious??! First she changes her name. Then she ends up wearing white Keds and sequined holiday sweatshirts. Think about that, Bird. Think about it.
posted by Mary Ellen at
7:12 AM
4 Comments:
Of all the arguments you make on this point you know too well that the sartorial one is likely your magic bullet.
Holiday sweatshirts come with the children, not the change of name (I know when you say you have no clothes you mean you have no shirt with pumpkins and bedazzled ghosts!)
Clearly, one picks whichever name is better. I am personally looking to find the man that when I add his name to mine, it'll be a dirty sentence!
I have friends who combined half of each of their names to make a new one, which does solve the problem that four generations from now, their offspring might have really long names. But it means their names are different from any of their relatives. Nothing is perfect.
My only problem with the name debate is that men never have to think about this. Why must women, when they get married, have an existential crisis over their name and what it signifies? And that is why I will keep my name if and when I get married.
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