I’ve been having a lot of conversations this week about names and naming, and unfortunately I haven’t had much time to write. So I leave you with this for today’s Feminist Friday, a post I wrote for the Feminist Friday Discussions about why I chose to keep my maiden name when I remarried and the problems I’ve encountered since doing so.
My name is Diana
Joy Gordon Johns ( Brantley).
Probably. Let me simplify.
My name is Diana Gordon. But it wasn’t always.
When I was born, my mother and father decided not to give me any of the names they had chosen, but instead to call me Diana, after my mother, and Joy, because–well, because they were joyful to have a healthy baby girl. I understand the emotion, even if I find it ironic that I, of all people, was named “joy.”
The trouble was—is—that my first name is only 2 letters away from my mother’s first name, and that causes Problems, especially when we have the same last name. Doctor’s offices who’ve treated us both get our files confused; mail meant for one of us consistently goes to the other one; our names are always misspelled, because her name has two n’s while mine has only one.
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