July 9, 2011 § 7 Comments
Was at Nonna’s for dinner last night. My cousin came and brought her fiance. I really don’t get the big label of “fiance”. It seems like such a husband in training title. Like “this is my husband if he doesn’t fuck it up over the next few months.” So over the course of the meal he referred to her as the “future Mrs. Walker”. She eyes him like he is joking. “I’m not changing my name.” I had to laugh. Oh, you foolish little boy. My cousin is a very independent soul. I nearly choked when she announced getting married. To her changing a name would be like losing part of her identity and an outdated sense of a man’s importance over a woman. How could he not know that?
“Of course you change your name,” Nonna waves it off. It is how it’s done.”
“Not anymore Nonna. Jamie, would you expect your wife to take your name?”
“In what universe am I marrying a woman?”
“Hypothetically, fuck head.”
“Well, I guess it depends on the hypothetical woman. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with keeping your name either.”
“Ugh, Thank you Miss America,” disgusted look from her.
“What happens when you have babies? They will have a different name than you.” Nonna tries to reason.
“Why are they getting his name?”
“Because they will be my children.” Oh foolish man, thinking you had a voice in this discussion.
“Funny, I thought they would be our children.”
Straight marriage is much more complicated than I thought. Maybe it should just be left to the gays;)