Over at The Hairpin, writer Mary Caro May shares her experiences on giving her daughter her last name rather than her husband's. Interesting things, indeed.

I'm particularly drawn to this article as, upon casually mentioning I won't be taking my future husband's name, his brother (who, for all intents and purposes ,has traveled here from a distant time called "The Nineteen-Fifties") remarked, "Oh, so you really are one of those women, a feminist or whatever."

Not 'whatever,' but yes, I am, fuck you very much.