What Happened When We Gave Our Daughter My Last Name
The Hairpin

We have always joked in my family about how incredibly awful our last name is. We were all mercilessly mocked in grade school and it was never a question that I’d take my husband’s name. The women in the family look forward to it and my brother says he would definitely consider taking his wife’s name if he ever got married.

That said, I was sad when I changed my name. It took me five years to get around to it and I only really did it because it was a pain in the butt to go by one thing socially and at work and legally be another. I felt like I was leaving my family for his, in a way. If my last name hadn’t been so spectacularly awful, I would have asked him to take it instead.

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