A rose by any other name… December 7, 2010
Posted by mareserinitatis in feminism.Tags: feminism, hyphenated names, rant
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This is the 21st century. I shouldn’t be writing this post at this point in a society that has had three waves of feminism, but I am.
Apparently there are people who still don’t understand the concept of a hyphenated last name.
One of my first experiences with this problem was fairly mild. When I was an undergrad, I got a divorce and changed my married name back to my maiden name. I got remarried the summer between finishing my bachelor’s degree and starting my master’s program. When I remarried, I chose to hyphenate my last name: maiden name-husband’s last name.
The first class I took during my master’s was from a professor who had instructed classes while I had both previous names. This professor had a curious habit of referring to people as “Mrs. Last Name” or “Ms. Last Name”. I thought it was peculiar, but I appreciated it because it created a more professional atmosphere in the classroom. However, the first day of class, as the professor was going through the roster, he looked at me and said, “What the heck should I call you now?” While I admit the name is a bit of a mouthful (and is best spoken with a German accent), it bothered me a bit that he didn’t want to call me by my married name when he would brave the ten-syllable name that the Indian grad student in the next row was sporting.
At University of Minnesota, the nice people in admin decided to put all of my files under my maiden name, despite the fact that I’d been married for several years before starting there and that my application materials were made in my married name. When I inquired about having it changed, they said I had to provide a copy of my marriage certificate. (I’m almost surprised they didn’t want the paperwork from my previous marriage, as well!)
Since then, the most frequent problem I’ve had is when I have to give my ID to a person who is trying to look me up in some sort of database. I don’t know why, but they look at the last name on my ID and ignore everything that comes before the hyphen. I can almost count out the timing as to when they’ll say, “But you don’t show up in our records!” That because you’re using the wrong last name, doofus!
And now I’ve just been exposed to another example: apparently one of my colleagues, who has left our organization, had been listing me in professional documents (such as design drawings) with my husband’s last name. In such documents, they usually list a first initial and the last name. This means that if anyone who comes in later or outside our group has a question about the design related to my work on it, they will probably call my husband and assume the first initial is a typo. Unless, of course, they also don’t get the concept of a hyphenated name.
My advice to women who plan to get married: don’t change your name. It really isn’t worth it.
Things that annoy me… August 13, 2010
Posted by mareserinitatis in career.Tags: complain, rant
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It’s my birthday, so I’m taking today to do something completely and totally self-absorbed: I’m going to bitch about things that people do or have done in work or grad school that have pissed me off. Keep in mind that this is completely gratuitous and very incomplete.
• I can’t stand when people make a big deal out of doing their job, acting as if doing what they were hired to do is hugely difficult, a stretch to their intelligence, and a huge burden on their time.
• I hate it when people complain about having to correct their own mistakes. I hate it when people do something wrong and knowingly give you it to you anyway, and then get upset because you ask them to correct their mistakes.
• I detest people who yell at you. I detest people who won’t communicate basic information with you. I abhor when the same person will do both.
• I can’t tolerate people who are condescending. It’s bad enough when they are smarter or more knowledgeable than you are. It’s horrid when they have absolutely no clue that you know a lot more than they do, especially if they are clueless to the fact that you’ve realized how stupid they are. And the worst is when they are your supervisor.
• I hate when people bring smelly food into the office/their desk to eat. Especially when there are rooms designated for cooking and eating.
I think I covered about a decade of my biggest complaints about people. I feel much better.