Bryan and I discussed it a few days ago and decided that giving our first child her mother’s last name is philosophically akin to his wearing the occasional skirt and dying his hair blue in high school: it doesn’t violate the letter of any law but challenges an irrational social convention. And also happens to piss off exactly the people we want to piss off, i.e. no one we know personally but some imaginary, narrow-minded, WASP asshole.
It was pretty fun to discover that we’re still rebels. Quiet ones.