Change My Name? Are you Nuts?

[Archived post from my deleted myspace account.]

August 23, 2005 [the day Hurricane Katrina killed my dad's house in St. Bernard Parish.] 

According to my dad last week, over a sub-par "sushi" dinner a la New Orleans, I am the cause for any and all insecurities Max may have because...

a) I am not committed enough to this relationship, obviously, since we are not married yet after being together for 4 years and evidently marriage, the legal government-recognized union via a peice of burnable paper, is the "ultimate commitment". Blah. (p.s., dad's on his fourth marriage)

and...

b) I am causing much insecurity within Max (this was a suprise to me, but thank god for my dad's keen awareness) because I don't want to take his name if/when we get married. When my dad learned that any possible kids we'd be having wouldn't necessarily take the last name Hartman, he really freaked. Apparently that will only confuse and upset my future children, and communicate to the rest of the world that I am not committed to my husband because by refusing his name and keeping my own I am not honoring him (this isn't just blind feminism, folks, Lunetta is way cooler than Hartman, okay!).

My dad told me that if all married couples just decided the last name thing together (which is my plan) instead of automatically and mind-numbingly taking the man's name, then "without a doubt, all chaos would break loose in society", according to my dad. Haha... So, if women in our society were given as much "honor" as their husbands...then people would be rioting, lighting themselves on fire, eating their babies, punching eachother in the face, running wild in the streets?!?! Well, yeah, I guess so. It's called revolution. Bring that shit on.