tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415795888084814814.post966508842707302061..comments2023-04-02T11:46:06.801-07:00Comments on Message in a City in a Bottle: Last NamesAdmiral Meriweatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08225105136863329682noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415795888084814814.post-65914255817514275762008-08-05T12:42:00.000-07:002008-08-05T12:42:00.000-07:00There's something to be said for the idea that you...There's something to be said for the idea that you identify with your name, first middle and last, from birth. Every time your name is called at the doctor's office or you're picked last at sports or whatever else, that's your name. YOUR name, which your father and mother chose to give you, regardless of its origins. In asking someone else to change their name, you're asking them to change who they are. Young Mr. Shoemaker was called shoemaker from birth because it was assumed that he would go into his father's profession. Given our vocational freedom, at what point do we choose to change our path? <BR/><BR/>It's interesting how your argument aligns with the marital standard. But does marrying a man constitute doing something with yourself sufficient for a name change, overriding any other identity? That's dangerous.Ms. Grosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08923515770341783188noreply@blogger.com