My husband has a very unique and cool last name. If I would have taken any name, it would have been his. Many people have assumed that because his last name rhymes with my first name is the reason I chose to keep my own. Actually, that was one of the reasons I would have taken it. Rose Broze? How awesomely unique is that? But it just felt wrong.
People would ask me after I got married when I was changing my name. I would sometimes simply say “I’m not” but sometimes I felt offended and would utter “what’s wrong with mine?” 25 years it took me to love my own name. And now I have to change it? That, in conjunction with my general feminist attitude towards life, afforded me my only choice. Do nothing. ;)