To take you husband's name, or not?

I feel that as women are now able to be financially and socially independent, it's not relevant to do this anymore. However, it's a personal choice and I can understand that some women want to honour the tradition, or that they feel that accepting their husband's name is symbolic of the transition from being a daughter to a wife- or from being single into creating a partnership or family with their partner. Or other reasons. yet...


Why are women so spineless when it comes to this issue? No reason is good enough to justify surrendering your identity. Anyone who takes her husband's name is showing no awareness of the long history of married women having no rights over their bodies or property, and no respect for the women who struggled to achieve equality for future women. She is tacitly accepting inferior status to her husband. No man worth marrying should want that.


The only conceivable notion for a name change is if your new husband has an especially amusing surname, such as 'Cockburn' or 'Urapeepatanapong' (I've seen one, I kid you not!!) then go for it, as it will provide very very bored data entry temps with something to lighten their day. Otherwise, it's probably not worth the hassle.


All this comes from the recent wedding season which seems to have engulfed me. One was a very unconventional second marriage where there are complications as both parties have children and hence name taking is just awkward and unnecessary. The other is a very straight-laced-conventional-virgin-bride style affair where there seems no reasons NOT to take his name.


So what do you think? 
   


Why not merge the two names together? Perhaps pick a surname you've always liked: I'm rather fond of Guttenberg.

Title explanation!

After looking up an urban dictionary definition of the first word to my title, I am now more certain that I really am happy with my choice. It reflects what I plan to base my ramblings on quite nicely;

1.An unforeseen event which is often unfortunate in nature.

2.An event that has the appearance of falling completely apart at any moment, yet somehow manages to work out. Characterized by increased levels of both stress and enjoyment. Provides excellent story-telling material.

As for the the misadventure bit, well... life would be boring without the mundane shades of grey which bulk out the flashes of brilliant white and boring black. So hence my newest blog is born, with all the typing fury and ideas surges which come with such tomfoolery. I never promise to be interesting, alluring or indeed fiasc-isious in my blogging, and now I've mentioned it, at least we don't have expectations now do we!