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June 06, 2006
Mrs. Cissell doesn't live here.
I swear to Andrew McCarthy, if one more fucking social invitation comes to my house addressed to any of the following people:
• Erin Cissell
• Mrs. Jason Cissell
or for any of the following events to which I am inevitably invited and yet, inexplicably, the Cissell is not:
• baby showers
• wedding showers
I am going to scream.
Who in the fuck is Mrs. Jason Cissell?!
It is one thing when stupid fundraising types ring us and ask for Mrs. Cissell. I can calmly state that she's not here. It's true. Jason's grandmother (whom I think of as the Real Mrs. Cissell) is usually nowhere to be found around here, and it saves me the trouble of asking the Policeman Association (scary!) to take me off their fundraising list. Yes, I'm nonconfrontational like that.
However.
I've been with Jason for over nine years. Don't you think his extended family can learn my goddamned name? I can indulge the Greatest Generation - it did take my grandfather a few months (and sometimes I think he forgets) to realize that I didn't change my name just because I got married. This is the year of Our Andrew McCarthy TWO THOUSAND AND SIX. Women don't just go and change their names as a matter of course, but it's ok if his 80-year-old grandmother missed that bulletin. It really isn't OK, though, when the cousins who are our peers, age-wise, just can't be bothered to learn my name. In fact, it really pisses me off. These are educated folks here, equipped with all modern address bookish technology. There is no excuse.
I've planned a wedding - sure, it's a lot of work. But I remember chasing down friends to get the spelling right of the person they planned on bringing to include those guests by name on the invitation because that is just what you do to be a gracious host, you address the goddamn invitation to its rightful recipient(s). I sure as hell knew the last names of actual partners. Don't get me started on the baby shower I through for my brother and sister-in-law and the double-checking I did of people's names and whatnot - I barely knew any of those people and still managed to get most of it right.
In this day and age, you just don't address a grown-ass woman by her husband's name, I mean what in the fuck, am I stuck in a Margaret Atwood novel? I thought my mother's generation took care of this social detail for us? Don't even start with the etiquette books - the first rule of etiquette is to avoid making people feel uncomfortable. And when I already feel squicked out by the invitations to gift-giving events where my sole purpose is to represent my husband OH MY GOD did I just even type that?! then why alienate me further by sending an invitation allegedly to me but in fact to a totally fictional person? It just makes it easier for me to ignore invitations to all manners of showers. But weddings? If I'm available, I would like to attend. And I would appreciate being invited under my actual name. It's not like I just showed up on the scene ... I've been around for almost ten years!
My name is Erin Keane and darling, I simply must decline.
Posted by eek at June 6, 2006 05:30 PM
Comments
Wow. There's just no excuse for that. Especially given the amount of time you and Jason have been together (and it's not like you just got married 6 months ago or something). These days I can't imagine why someone would automatically assume a name change on the part of the wife (or no name change on the part of the husband, for that matter!)
Posted by: Emily at June 6, 2006 06:22 PM
Wow. I am moved by your spirited protest. Right on and AMEN sister KEANE!
Posted by: SRM at June 6, 2006 06:52 PM
Is it wrong to say I kind of hate my sister for hyphenating our three syllable last name with my brother's three syllable last name? That's 16 letters right there, not even counting the dash. I'm curious to see how it fits on her degree and any future invitations. I wish she had either just kept it or changed it.
I can understand why complete strangers might assume two married people have the same last name but I find it pretty inexcusable in friends and family, though I would be inclined to let it go simply because I've found with friends who've struggled with the issue that it's either complete oversight because the person's a lazyass, or done to further heckle the person for their choice. In one case you risk making the other person feel hurt over an oversight (or they just rectify it, it depends on how you approach it) and in the other, you give the heckler the pleasure of your ire. I mean, if you thinkg about it, the heckler generation, which I think of as either the older or inter-generation between the advent of hyphenation and not changing-are well on their way to the coffin anyhoo. And as for people our age who engage in heckling, well, these are the type of people who tend to think it's okay to shoot someone for stepping an inch on to their property line, even if accidentally.
Posted by: monkey at June 6, 2006 08:43 PM
I know it's just lazyassedness (we really don't have the kind of relationship that would encourage heckling - we're cordial but mutually disinterested), but I'm struggling with a way to let them know what my name is without coming off as bitchy or passive-aggressive. Right now I just fume privately and occasionally to J's mother, who's quite sympathetic. J was unimpressed with my suggestion that he pass the word along, on account of them being his relations and all.
My mom's a hyphenator, twice over! She did it to preserve her initials. RRR - just like her mom and brothers. :)
Posted by: eek at June 6, 2006 09:22 PM
Then I'm going to guess the polite written response with your actual legal name or the casual, "hey by the way...didn't change it" laughlaugh tactics didn't work because I know you're totally better at human interaction than me.
Sorry but a 1 time oversight = lazyass. Oversights a couple of jokey "yo, this is what's up" later, are pretty irritating and IMO, just signals that they don't give a shit about you or your opinions or feelings. I guess at that point I'd be fuming too.
I hate where someone's raging apathy/mild rudeness concerns something that can be pigeon-holed as a "small" thing making YOU potentially look like the asshole for bringing it up but just grates.
Posted by: monkey at June 6, 2006 10:47 PM
I'm starting to get tired of Mle's family sending stuff to "Emily Tryer and Dan." I'm not Sting, man, I've got a last fricking name.
Mle and I have discussed creating a brand-new last name if/when we get married. Neither of us is especially attached to our own personal surnames - we've discussed combining the two into a new name. Ladies and gentlemen, the Strykers! Especially good if we have kids, so we can give them equally cool first names like Ace and Duke, and they can grow up to be action heroes.
Posted by: Hulkster at June 6, 2006 10:50 PM
I know I'm not there yet, but I can't imagine being anyone but a Whitehouse. I was floored when one of my nearest and dearest friends changed her last name. I still screw it up all the time, and she's been married for at least a couple of years.
Posted by: Terri at June 6, 2006 11:01 PM
Omigod, Hulk and MLE, I will pay cash on the barrelhead for you guys to become the Strykers. That is AWESOME. You'll have a readymade team name for bowling league. "Dude, this is a league game!"
Terri, that's why I didn't change my name - it's my name! I just couldn't imagine being anyone other than who I am.
Monks, I've let it go for so long, actually, that I'm afraid any correction now would be so awkward, especially since we don't see each other except at family gatherings. Maybe if J decided to send them xmas cards or something, we could sign with both of our full names and that would send the message? Sigh.
Posted by: eek at June 6, 2006 11:09 PM
There was never a moment in my life that I thought I'd change my name.
Thirty years ago (jesus fuck I am old) it was illegal in Kentucky for women to "keep" their birth names after marriage. A woman had to go to court and pay hundreds of dollars to change her name back.
Any women who carried a driver's license with an "assumed" name could be cited, fined and required to get a new license. Lucky I was never caught.
Call me a scofflaw. It suits me.
Posted by: dottcomments at June 6, 2006 11:14 PM
"Okay, that's fine Mrs. Keane, thank yuse very much for supportin' the Policemen's Association. Now, Mrs. Keane, how much of a donation can I put you down fer? It sez here you and Mr. Keane are regulah contributors to our cause, and you know Mrs. Keane, the Policemen are really in great need this year, what with the rising cost of Kevlar and such. So, with all this in mind, Mrs. Keane...."
Posted by: Steve Caratzas at June 6, 2006 11:34 PM
Hee! Mrs. Keane is MY grandmother!
Seriously? The Police donation people scare the fuck outta me! I happily pay my taxes ... why are the police still hustling me for money? And the firemen? I'll buy a calendar if they're hot or something. Sheesh!
Dott, I forgive you your lawless ways.
Posted by: eek at June 6, 2006 11:40 PM
We legally changed both of our names, first and last, to Nuni. Problem solved.
Posted by: sac at June 7, 2006 04:21 PM
No, silly, that's Nuni!
Posted by: eek at June 7, 2006 04:37 PM
Personally, I couldn't wait to get rid of my last name. I love my married name (even tho I am no longer married) and never hesitated a second at keeping it after the divorce.
To each their own :-)
Posted by: Kath at June 8, 2006 01:35 AM
That is freakin' annoying. Like they're just not paying enough attention to you. I mean it's your name! If they can't be bothered enough to remember your freakin' name- what else are they going to do?
*planning on changing my name when me and the boy eventually get around to tying the knot but that's because my last name is so very annoying.*
Posted by: Yankintexas at June 8, 2006 01:19 PM
