It struck me from out of the blue.   I thought to myself, “do I want to keep my last name or do I want to have another?” This has been done for ages. There was almost shame in keeping to your own last name, as if the woman did not love the man enough, as if she owed him.   And then, I thought, “but wait a second, my last name is not mine, it is my father’s, and his father’s father. Isn’t that right? How is it possible that it never bothered us, that the women’s side of the family never is represented in their children. But, forget even that, there is no last name from the women’s side. Their own…