Keeping my last name does not make me a bad wife.
Girls begin doodling their names with their prospective husband's names long before they actually ever really know a man, usually in elementary school (or was that just me?). I had perfected my loopy cursive signature "Lindsay Morris" (after adorable heartthrob Zack Morris), and covered my Lisa Frank folders with a slew of other intended future names.
It's a very nice sentiment and certainly one I will not criticize — every woman is entitled to her choice. However, since this is the most widely accepted behavior, I will not spend time promoting nor defending this tradition. Society and my uber conventional family forcefully advocate this tradition enough.
When I was getting married, I assumed I would change my last name. My husband has a great last name; it didn't rhyme with my name nor was it too difficult to pronounce or spell. When our two-year engagement was getting down to the wire, though, I realized I actually had to make this commitment, which is when I did something really dangerous.
Get ready for this, and don't say I didn't warn you: I thought about the decision to change my name.
"WHAT?" you're probably thinking. Why would I think about such a silly thing? What is there to think about? I'm so happy you asked. Although I love my husband and even his last name, the fact of the matter is that it is not my name.
Changing my name felt like giving up my identity. I did a lot of research on the topic. I listened to lots of people. I have heard it all — you're not losing your identity, you're gaining a new part of yourself.
If you don't change your name, you aren't honoring your husband. If I had a different name than my husband, how would people know we were married? Wouldn't that be confusing? But the most frequently asked question was: how does your husband feel about it?
During this whole process, nobody asked how I felt about it. In our society, women change their names, and where I'm from, if you do not change your name, you wear a big, fat, ugly scarlet F on your chest for "feminist." When did feminist become a negative word, though? Why is a woman supporting women linked to such dirty connotations?
I swear, the people in my life were one step away from dousing me with holy water to knock some divine sense into me.
After discussing my concerns with my husband, I was not surprised to receive his support. Although I was not "asking his permission" to keep my name, it was important that he understood where I was coming from. Hyphenating my name was also not the right choice for me, as this was still changing my name and my identity.
Historically, women changed their names through marriage because women were viewed as property. So, Mary X is her father's property until John Y comes along, and through the transfer of property, aka Mary, she becomes Mary Y.
This male-dominated history of such a valued and beloved tradition did not sit well with me. I was not comfortable with a tradition that viewed me as "property," ensured I did not have my own identity separate from my husband, and solidified a woman's submissive position in the marriage.
There is no right solution for any woman; my only goal is to share the idea that changing your name after marriage should be a thoughtful decision.
No matter what your choice, always remember this: Keeping your last name does not make you an unfaithful wife. Keeping your last name does not mean you are a radical woman. Women: you have a CHOICE. You have a BRAIN. You have an IDENTITY. Women, you MATTER. (Men, you do, too.) Oh, and you're pretty. Did anyone tell you that lately?
P.S.: Please be mindful when someone does keep her last name to honor her choice. Do not send her mail to "Mrs. John Doe," for instance, just because you view her choice as wrong.
P.P.S.: Please control your face from contorting into an awful, judgmental grimace when you ask someone why they kept their maiden name. Smile! Be kind — it's cool.
This article was originally published at The Huffington Post. Reprinted with permission from the author.