Let's all ask the Today show to invite Simone Jhingoor back to talk about the Women's Housing and Economic Development Corporation. In no uncertain terms! It's easy, there's a contact form at: http://www.today.com/id/29041920/ns…
Let's all ask the Today show to invite Simone Jhingoor back to talk about the Women's Housing and Economic Development Corporation. In no uncertain terms! It's easy, there's a contact form at: http://www.today.com/id/29041920/ns…
I am straight, but the barista love interest is doing things for me. Sexy things.
Wait, wait...that was a condom in her glasses? Seriously? I always thought it was fried egg. This makes so much more sense.
Left Eye's arson and fatal car crash inspired T-Boz's 5-point asbestos seat harness.
The amount of jokes I had slung at me (hyphenated name here) when I was growing up about "but what if you marry a guy with a hyphenated name, will you have 4 names" bs was actually unbelievable hah.
As someone who went to college in Amish country, I have to agree. Pretty much everything west of Reading and north of Allentown is all about the scrapple.
Me too!!! I got lots a eyebrows about it when I was first married. The ladies in my family just don't change their names, and my husband has a name I do not like. Plus I have a career to keep. Plus, it's MY NAME. My 9 year old new nephew actually asked me about my name and why didn't I want to be a "Fooster" like the…
I agree with you. In practice, I'm a super positive feministy name-yourself-whatever-you-want-gurl person. But when I decided to get married, the thought of changing my name gave me a bone-deep NO reaction. Seriously, it was downright primal. A feeling that comes from deep inside me. I am me. To change my…
I wanted to take my husband's name. I didn't particularly tie my identity to my family name - I was the odd person out in my family, and didn't particularly like most of it - and my husband was behind whatever I chose. We ultimately BOTH took my family name as our middle names (no hyphen) and his name as our last name.
I also have that problem. It has taken my mother-in-law three years to send me checks with my last name (I refuse to refer to MY GIVEN NAME as my maiden name) instead of my husband's last name. It's infuriating. I don't mind if people I've just met/met through my husband mix up my name (after all, I don't mind if new…
We have separate bank accounts. Apparently I'm a big time man hater with my marriage practices.
I grew up with a hyphenated last name and it was a major PITA. I couldn't wait to dump it in favor of my husband's last name when we got married. My brothers all went to court as adults to legally dump the hyphen and just change my mom's surname to a middle name (e.g. John Doe-Smith to John D. Smith).
You know I was super excited about changing my name and moving up the alphabet until it came time to file the papers and I just froze. I don't know something about letting go of who I have always been struck a note of fear in me that I was not expecting. Which is honestly weird becuase I rarely ever even use my last…
I'm assuming Lindy means that they would have to both agree on the name change. It would be an asshole move (and bizarre) if you aggressively took someone's name when they had strong feelings (as she notes that her current boyfriend does) against the whole practice.
Does anyone else who kept their name have the problem of people writing checks to Mrs Husband? The problem is, my legal name is already a slight variation from the name I use day to day, so I've had checks come in that I simply can't cash, because the name is entirely different from the name on the account.
I changed my entire name (last name including) because my great grandfather was a rapist and doesn't deserve notoriety off my achievements (first to go to college, not a sociopath, etc). I was determined to pave my own way, with my own name. My then-fiancé knew I wouldn't be taking his last name, and it took a lot of…
She has what some may refer to as "an L.A. face with an Oakland booty".
I *think* so?
Me too! I've had to resort to ranting about it on, gasp, Facebook!
I actually found a response to it before seeing the Slate piece that turned it on its head: http://annfriedman.com/post/642131739…