Any of you fellow gaelic-learning sufferers will understand why her use of 'the genitive' had me running for the hill ;0) When I recovered myself, I considered the reasons behind the taking of Mr India's name, given that I am so, erm, independent (or just plain cussed).
When I was very young and very stupid, I married husband number one. Well, to be fair, maybe the marrying him wasn't stupid, but the staying with him was . Anyway, being an unliberated kind of gal, I took his name. Along came by darling son. When I finallyleft his father, we both kept the name, probably out of habit. When Master India was old enough we discussed the merits of a name change but elected to keep what we had.
My first instinct when I remarried was not to change my name. But then I thought about it - if I had kept the name of a real jerk, surely it would be a huge insult not to take Mr India's name? In the end, I decided to compromise. It wasn't down to Mr I, it was my decision. I kept the first name, as it is a link to my son (not his dad) and then I added Mr I's name to it.
I guess that is what I like about feminism - I can make all of my own choices. They din't have to make sense to anyone else. Most of the time, they don't even have to make sense to me.