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Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


P.M. Marc - Aug 12, 2005 7:41:08 am PDT #6053 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Someone from my generation, who doesn't use her husband's name herself, who has had various correspondance from us in which I've never used my husband's name? I'm getting a little annoyed. Most (younger) people seem to ask if they're not sure.

Oh, don't misunderstand: that would totally be annoying.

It would have driven my sister up the wall. And probably has, come to think of it. I'm quite serious when I say that I'm not bothered because I had fifteen years to prepare myself for people assuming or just being passive-aggressive dopes about the issue. (She got married in '84, I got married in '99.)

Sometimes, I think part of the reason she doesn't answer her phone is that she got sick of people calling for Mrs McQuinn. Though it was always funny to hear her say, "No such person," slam down the phone, and mutter, "Asshole."

I wonder about giving kids, should we have any, my name. It's not pretty, but it's mine, and there's the "no brothers" argument regarding no one to pass it on.

I think it's a pretty name.


P.M. Marc - Aug 12, 2005 7:42:35 am PDT #6054 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Wait, so you're not legally a Marcontell?

Nope!

Just socially.

Another advantage? I can tell mail from spam, because 99% of people sending me mail will use Marcontell.


Emily - Aug 12, 2005 7:46:34 am PDT #6055 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

But... I sent you mail using Marcontell!

ETA: Oh. I read too fast.


Aims - Aug 12, 2005 7:48:08 am PDT #6056 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

When I got married, I kept the McVay as a middle name. And Emeline is Emeline Jayne McVay Conat.

If anything, it's easier for future geneaologists. (Isn't that an oxymoron)


Sparky1 - Aug 12, 2005 7:48:44 am PDT #6057 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

I think it's a pretty name.

Thanks. ::bats eyelashes at Plei::

I sometimes wonder if I might have considered taking my husband's name if his name was important to him. His last name comes from a father he never knew and until very recently he never knew the relatives with that last name. So, even for him, it's sort of just the sound you make after his first name, nothing more.

It was actually when we talked about picking something new for both of us (our mothers' maiden names were discussed) that I knew I wasn't going to switch.


erikaj - Aug 12, 2005 7:49:10 am PDT #6058 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

My life is annoying for stupid reasons. I have this list of people to call for this excellent city council candidate, but we have one pen in the house and I suspect the cat of playing with it. grr. Argh. So if I call people, I'll lose track. Stupid life.


P.M. Marc - Aug 12, 2005 7:49:40 am PDT #6059 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

But... I sent you mail using Marcontell!

I know! And it's great, because when I see Marcontell on something, it flags that it's someone I know!

I have no great investment in what last name people use for me, again, on account of my sister's issues.

I had two main reasons for not changing my name: too many combined syllables and I'd just ordered new checks.


Sparky1 - Aug 12, 2005 7:50:53 am PDT #6060 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

I had two main reasons for not changing my name: too many combined syllables and I'd just ordered new checks.

I've sometimes said it was the thought of the line at the DMV that kept me from changing my name.


Lee - Aug 12, 2005 7:51:37 am PDT #6061 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm at work now. I just got a call from the reference boss who started the conversation with "I knew you'd be early". I declined to tell him that I still wasn't awake yet, and was in the process of eating breakfast.


DCJensen - Aug 12, 2005 7:52:43 am PDT #6062 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

I mean, it's not like we're even living far away- we're still in the same town. We still have (although less frequent) poker nights!

I'd wait for poker night, and casually drop "Say Bob... I notice I'm not invited to your wedding. What's up with that?"

it also might be that the bride's family made up the guest list and couldn't decide your status.