The power of my own quest for authenticity may be my greatest lesson to impart as a parent.
Articles by: Tope
I had grown into my name, and it suited me. Trust, however, that had I found a better name along the way, I would have snapped it up in a heartbeat, and to hell with anyone who judged me for doing so.
I’m attached to my name because of the stories that come with it and because of the perspective they’ve given me on the world.
If there’s a single name that feels the least “real,” the most connected to social structures, cis-het-patriarchy and its assumptions, it’s the one I was given at birth.
While we’re demanding that women be treated equitably in this society, we’re saying that it’s up to women — still — to make the “proper” choice, like not taking their husbands’ names, to legitimize feminism.
Bruno Mars on why he stopped using his Puerto Rican father’s last name and took a stage name instead.
The relationship individuals have with their names is influenced by myriad individual and cultural experiences, alongside those that are social and political.
My review of Chris Stedman’s book Faitheist, on interfaith activism between religious and nonreligious people, is on the Bitch Magazine blog today
“I’m not scared of heights; I’m scared of falling.” Somehow that seems like an appropriate caption for my life right now.