The comedian is a sensitive chap, frightened of being blinded by the sun, of his wife dying suddenly and – bizarrely – of being chased through fields of Brussels sprouts.
It pays to google him every day.
I had an instinct to take my husband’s name when I got married. It felt like a romantic statement of pride, love and permanence, and of doing what’s always been done in my family.
"But I was scared that it might be mistaken for a blow against feminism. Scared that it might be a blow against feminism, or at least disrespectful of it. And nervous that, without the label I’d soldiered under for nigh on 40 years, I might feel like I had disappeared. ("Mitchell" is a pretty inconspicuous surname anyway; I’m fond of my curious birth name that people mispronounce and spell as "Cohen" one email in three.)
Please don’t suggest that my husband could change his. If a fashion is new enough to be remarkable, then it’s not for him; he’d be as comfortable re-launching under his wife’s name as he would getting a Harry Styles haircut and twerking in London’s hottest nightclub.
I chose, complicatedly but honestly, to use a range of names for a while: mine, his (ours), and sometimes both at once in the American tradition. I decided to try the long version in the Observer this week, with the feminist defence that a married woman changing her name is, like giving up her job to raise children, oppressive when it’s obligatory, but confident and happy as a choice.”
- Victoria Coren Mitchell on her husband in this week’s Observer article (Source: thatswhatiwassuggesting)
Victoria Coren Mitchell on her husband in this week’s Observer articleblazeofgranny)