Magical White Wedding

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There has been lots of stuff rumbling around in my head lately about names and weddings, and since you all seemed to want to know more about my wedding planning, I’ll rumble that stuff here.

I don’t know about you, but I think the debate over whether or not a woman should “be able to” keep her own name or not when she gets married is a little tired.  I know, I write about it frequently on here, but I can’t help it!  I am getting married, after all, and this is an issue on my mind.

There are several women out there (yea, I’ve done some feminist wedding research…) who say that changing their name never occurred to them or they would never consider it.  I don’t know that I ever really considered it, but I know a few possibilities have passed through my mind.  I’ll never drop my last name completely, but I have thought about the possibility of making it another middle name or hyphenating it or using it solely as a writing pseudonym.  It makes me extremely sad to think about changing my name, so I probably won’t ever (in fact, I’m almost 99% sure I won’t ever), but I want to state right now that I am a feminist who has considered changing her last name to her husband-to-be’s.

However, I was speaking with a few friends today who were completely shocked that I’m not changing my name, which sort of confused me.  They read this blog and talk to me about it, so I know they’re up-to-date on my feminist status, so it surprised me that they would be surprised that I had decided not to change my name.  They told me that since I seemed so psyched about a traditional wedding that it would only follow that I would be traditional about the name change.

I disagree.  I believe that deciding to become someone’s partner for the rest of your life is a very important decision, and a very feminist thing.  My fiancé is a wonderful man who cares for me, loves me, respects me, and wants to share his life with me, and I feel the same about him.  And deciding to share that love and commitment with our friends and family in a big way is fitting for such a big decision.

But, we have decided to share our lives.  I have not decided to become engulfed into his, nor has he decided to become engulfed into mine.  So it also seems fitting that we would keep our own names.

I feel that it is such a common thing now to keep your own names that it doesn’t really matter, and will matter even less by the time when (if) we get around to having kids and those kids are in school or have to explain it to their friends.  And, as such a common thing, I’m completely shocked every time I call a venue or vendor for my wedding and they ask me my first name, my fiancé’s first name, and my fiancé’s last name.  This has seriously happened about 5 times already, and I bet it will continue to happen in the future.  Maybe I’m so immersed in feminism and I surround myself with so many feminists that I am shocked when people don’t exercise caution when talking about names.  I still haven’t quite figured out how I want to respond to people when they ask me this, but most recently I’ve just started saying: “Well, MY last name is ______ and his is _______.” Usually after that they figure out my master feminist keep-my-own-name plan.

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