As my surname is “Woodsmall,” I have been on the receiving end of countless jabs, from friendly nudges as well as malicious punches. And, to be honest, I would rather my son, if I am to have one, not have to endure the mindless ridicule that I at times have struggled with throughout my young life. But I’m proud of my father and his father and so forth, as well as my heritage, and I hope to share that with my family, especially my wife.
Although I’m generally not opposed to taking my husband’s last name, I reserve the right to change my mind if his last name is particularly long or hard to spell. I’ve been saddled with a hard to pronounce German last name made up of a weird amalgam of consonants my whole life, and I can’t wait to get rid of it, unless I meet someone with a weirder, harder to pronounce last name. Don’t take it so personally, dude.