When I married Scott, I didn’t add his last name to my first -
professionally or legally. And beyond the random misaddressed envelope
or confused Verizon rep ("You want the family plan? But you don’t have
the same last name?!"), it’s never posed a problem. Even this weekend,
when I expected mismatched name tags to cause a confused divide at a
formal event, the title "Mrs." trumped the archaic name-game tradition
- from both an emotional and nomenclature perspective.
I’m exhausted, but I’ll try to explain.
