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I have been thinking a lot recently about names. Partly this is because the sunshine and change of job have given me the energy to work at languages again, so I'm thinking about words and grammar and such more generally, and partly this is because of this being the Year of Weddings. I witnessed a deed poll at a wedding recently, and then the other week, during Maria's wedding ceremony, it was very obvious that the somewhat smarmy officiant said her first name at normal volume, but her patronymic and surname very softly.
I think you must already love your friend, if you're there to see them married in the second row with your tissues out, but if possible, I loved her a little more at that moment: she had been speaking softly, but she said her names clearly and loudly for the world to hear. The officiant had the grace to look embarrassed.
For reasons I have explained many times, I have a Western, Scottish use-name. I have my surname as well, though; it's not at all a Western name. As this is a public post, I'm not going to tell you what it is. It's the same surname as a lady in a television show whom you all love. Which is, okay, me being flip, but also that is important: I look back now, and think, if I had been in primary school and there had been a woman in a TV show whom all my friends loved, with the same name as me, well. Imagine how life would have been, then.
I hated my surname then. I hated it for being weird, for always having to spell it, for never knowing how I ought to say it, for being weird weird weird. I was twenty years old by the time I sat up and said, thought, I have one of the commonest names on the planet. There are heads of state with my name, there are mathematicians and poets and sports people and there's also me and I am a person too. But before then, I had learned to mispronounce it - to say it like white people say it. Because then they will spell it right; then it's only one letter different from a proper white-person name, it's almost a real name. Then I won't be weird any more.
I will never change my surname. I don't plan to take my partner's name on marriage; I am unlikely to change it for any other reason. So here, today, I have decided: I am going to say my name the way it should be said. If people mispronounce it, I will correct them; if people mispronounce the name of the nice lady in the TV show, I will correct them, gently, and go gently named true.
And if they can't spell it, they can look it up.
I think you must already love your friend, if you're there to see them married in the second row with your tissues out, but if possible, I loved her a little more at that moment: she had been speaking softly, but she said her names clearly and loudly for the world to hear. The officiant had the grace to look embarrassed.
For reasons I have explained many times, I have a Western, Scottish use-name. I have my surname as well, though; it's not at all a Western name. As this is a public post, I'm not going to tell you what it is. It's the same surname as a lady in a television show whom you all love. Which is, okay, me being flip, but also that is important: I look back now, and think, if I had been in primary school and there had been a woman in a TV show whom all my friends loved, with the same name as me, well. Imagine how life would have been, then.
I hated my surname then. I hated it for being weird, for always having to spell it, for never knowing how I ought to say it, for being weird weird weird. I was twenty years old by the time I sat up and said, thought, I have one of the commonest names on the planet. There are heads of state with my name, there are mathematicians and poets and sports people and there's also me and I am a person too. But before then, I had learned to mispronounce it - to say it like white people say it. Because then they will spell it right; then it's only one letter different from a proper white-person name, it's almost a real name. Then I won't be weird any more.
I will never change my surname. I don't plan to take my partner's name on marriage; I am unlikely to change it for any other reason. So here, today, I have decided: I am going to say my name the way it should be said. If people mispronounce it, I will correct them; if people mispronounce the name of the nice lady in the TV show, I will correct them, gently, and go gently named true.
And if they can't spell it, they can look it up.
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on 2012-03-28 10:08 pm (UTC)(I am, however, now sure I've been mispronouncing it my whole life, which I... did not so much realise. Um. Sorry? *goes to find out what she should have been saying*)
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on 2012-03-28 10:22 pm (UTC)Has done voices for POSTMAN PAT. I feel this is amazing knowledge you should have.
FOR SRS, THIS IS AMAZING.
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on 2012-03-29 08:41 am (UTC)I would be SO TOTALLY honoured to be a Federation scientist or pilot or something, you don't even know. ♥
It totally makes me happy. Greendale totally needed some more diversity. :)
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on 2012-03-28 10:24 pm (UTC)Because, yeah. A lifetime of correcting people's pronunciation and spelling ("no, an "a", not an "er") and hearing my dad rattle off the way he tells people how to spell it so they don't get confused between similar sounding letters. A lifetime of baffled looks and the knowledge that my name marks me as other.
And, on the other side, when I was working with international students and knew how to spell their names, the way they were so surprised and delighted by such a small thing, and it would be the same surprise and delight I'd feel. And, just...it shouldn't be so surprising to encounter that, should it?
I never hated my surname, but it was pretty cool to find out that I share my surname with an empire.
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on 2012-03-29 02:32 pm (UTC)(My own surname is an Anglification of a Gaelic name, and still people spell it wrong and mispronounce it and tell me I'm the one spelling/pronouncing it wrong. Sometimes I just wince and move on when they do it, sometimes I verbally evicerate them.)
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on 2012-03-28 10:31 pm (UTC)This post is lovely; thank you for writing it.
I don't plan to change my name upon marriage (if I get married), either. Because it's my name; it's part of me and my identity, and I like it. I don't want to give that up just because society says I should. (R has said he would quite like to take my name, if we marry, because it would be nice to have the same one. And it would, but part of me feels incredibly guilty about making him give up his name. But would I think this if our genders were reversed? Or do I just feel weird about it because a man taking his female partner's name is Not Done and men's names are special? I don't know.) My parents talk, sometimes, about changing it, because it is the surname of my dad's parents, whom we no longer have contact with. But I would rather make it my own.
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on 2012-04-02 09:57 pm (UTC)Yes - I do like how matter-of-fact he is about such things. "Why shouldn't I take your name/wash up/wear a pink flowery apron and do the cooking?etc."
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on 2012-04-02 12:47 pm (UTC)(and, thank you. :P)
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on 2012-03-29 09:05 am (UTC)> I hated my surname then. I hated it for being weird, for always having to spell it, for never knowing how I ought to say it, for being weird weird weird.
eight or ten years ago.
I'm very lucky never to have had difficulty with my name.
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on 2012-03-29 01:11 pm (UTC)I have a sister-in-law living in London, named Asma. Now, just stop to think for a minute how it might be pronounced there. She actually had people asking her why she was named after a disease! By the way, if you had guessed Asthma, you were right.
Oh, and now I'm really curious about your name!
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on 2012-03-29 01:58 pm (UTC)I enjoy having it, though -- especially when paired with such a super-common first name. Getting married and having to make a decision about a change is becoming vanishingly unlikely -- still, my inclination would be to keep it or possibly hyphenate with my spouse's surname. It's just too good to give up entirely.
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on 2012-03-29 05:43 pm (UTC)Now let's not talk about the ceremony because we will both tear up and disgrace ourselves *sniff*
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on 2012-03-29 08:04 pm (UTC)(I am so so glad I wasn't the only person making an idiot of myself! It was so lovely!)
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on 2012-03-29 08:22 pm (UTC)(I am intrigued, though, I can't for the life of me work out what name it is one letter different from!)
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on 2012-03-29 09:50 pm (UTC)(I shall tell you in some less public forum!)
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on 2012-04-04 06:55 pm (UTC)And yet, I always seem to feel embarrassed for people who pronounce or spell my name wrong, like it's my fault! And I am too shy and lacking in confidence to correct people, sometimes. And then, I know people will ask 'what was that, sorry?' or 'how do you spell that?' and I get even more self-conscious, and I begin to stumble and stutter over my own damn name.
So. I am going to go out into the world, and think of you, saying your name the way it should be said, and I am going to try to be more assertive about my name. Thank you for that. <3)
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on 2012-04-02 11:13 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, a bunch of this. By the time I was 13-14, I'd learned to go straight to spelling my surname for people rather than bothering to say it, and to jump up and identify myself the moment a new teacher reached That Point in the roll-call so that I could intercept them on the first 'Co-eey?' and hopefully head them off before they moved on to 'Corgi' or 'Cow-ey'. Oh, the corgi-based lulz. *shudder*
I had a perfectly lovely experience not that long ago while on a customer service line, though -- the agent who took my call was from Northern Ireland (I'm guessing Belfast or the NE, but don't actually know). She intercepted me in the middle of my spelling-out, got the name perfectly right, and then when I sounded surprised proceeded to point out that it's all over the place where she lives. I could have reached down the phone and hugged her.
There aren't really that many mathematicians or heads of state who have the same name as me. But the sound is only a one-syllable difference from a character on a certain geeky space-based television-and-film series, and I've actually had a much easier time getting people to remember it since that got popular again :)
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