Men Who Insist You Change Your Name Make Terrible Husbands
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I get a lot of dumb pushback at my job (itinerant lady-yelling), including but not limited to frivolous contrarianism, unhinged vitriol, and angry unsolicited advice (so angry!). But the shit that gets to me the most intensely and consistently is also the simplest. Just, “Nu-uh.” Nu-uh, silly girl, that’s not real. Nu-uh, shrill bitch, we fixed that already.
The message, obviously, is that your understanding of your own life is incorrect. Thanks, feminism, you can go now! Good hustle! Grab a gift bag on your way out! (The gift bag is full of snakes.)
It’s basic gaslighting, but it still fucks me up sometimes. And that’s why there’s almost nothing more satisfying than when the structural inequalities women face are blatantly and casually laid bare. It’s almost cute—the easy naïveté with which certain hypocrisies reveal themselves—as though they genuinely don’t understand what they are, what they mean, why it might be a bad idea to get naked in public. That’s how deep sexism goes; it’s so seamlessly blended into the foundations of our culture that we don’t even notice when it’s walking around in the nude pointing at its neon dong. Today’s stellar example: this Women’s Health piece about brides keeping their last names.
While more than 25% of women surveyed in a UK poll said they’d like to keep (or at least hyphenate) their maiden names, 63.3% of male Men’s Health readers said they’d be pissed off if their wives decided not to take their names. And a staggering 96.3% of respondents said they wouldn’t take their wife’s name if she asked them to. The individual responses are astonishing:
“I’d like her to want to be a part of my family and be proud of our name.” —Anonymous respondent, via a SurveyMonkey poll
“One family, one name. If she didn’t take my name, I’d seriously question her faith in us lasting as a couple. And I don’t want hyphenated kids.” —Brandon Robert Joseph Peyton, via Facebook
“I believe the purpose of marriage is raising children, and children take their father’s name (as a way of identifying paternity). Mothers always have a special bond, carrying their young. Fathers don’t, so [passing on our name] is our compensation.” —Matthew Bratcher, via Facebook
See? It’s just about family. It’s just about togetherness. It can’t be sexist, it’s tradition! And lighten up—traditions are just rituals through which we fetishize and deify the past, confining our modern social mores to shapes that our great great grandparents would be comfortable with if they happened to time travel here for a drop-in status quo inspection. NBD. THAT’S ALL. How could anyone complain about a tradition? Ugh, historically marginalized groups are such killjoys. (PS Happy Columbus Day!)
Whatever your opinion on 21st-century women taking their husbands’ names (more on that in a second), can we all just agree up top that it is a historically proprietary maneuver with shitty roots? It may mean something different to you now, but it was designed to signify ownership. It’s the equivalent of getting your Dockers home and cutting the tags off and writing your name in the waistband. (STEVE’S DOCKERS! DON’T TOUCH!)
However, here’s where this gets complicated—here’s why “tradition” is an insidious concept and why feminism is a beautifully nuanced discipline—I, Lindy West, despite all of the above, personally find the idea of taking my future husband’s name kind of…romantic. I would probably do it if he would let me (doubtful, though—my current boyfriend takes a way more hardline feminist stance on this than I do). The thought of taking the right person’s name doesn’t feel mandatory, but it does feel good. Even though I know, intellectually, the shitty implications of becoming Mrs. Husband, I love the idea of becoming one family with one name. (I would obv keep my maiden name professionally because that shit is boss.) And anyway, even if I could, I’m not sure I want to escape the instinct to mould my future family into the shape of the family I came from. No amount of critical thinking about our warped, oppressive system can change the fact that I grew up in it and feel its pull in my cells. I do want to be like my parents. I just want to do it on my terms.
If I’m going to make that choice, if I’m going to concede to those admittedly comforting traditional gender dynamics, if I’m going to sit there and let my boyfriend Hulk out over the flat tire (and I AM, because let’s not forget, that structure is comforting to him too, plus it’s probably raining), it needs to be done consciously, pointedly, and without coercion. I need to make it clear that taking my husband’s name is my choice, and if we decided that he would take mine (because, I don’t know, maybe his name is Mike Diarrhea or something), that would be a completely legit option too. Just like no one should take away a woman’s freedom to keep her name, no one should take away a woman’s freedom to take her husband’s name. CAN I LIVE, IS WHAT I’M SAYING.
So do I begrudge couples who choose to drop the wife’s maiden name? Not at all. But do I wish I lived in a world where this system never existed in the first place? Absolutely. And do I think that men (and women) who recoil in horror at the idea of a man consensually adopting his wife’s name have some issues with misogyny? YUP. They simply must. It is pure math.