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When my husband and I decided to get married, we had a long discussion about what our surname was going to be. My family name is Nagamootoo and his family name is Smith. I am first-generation UK-born with a Mauritian heritage. I am proud of this heritage as much as I am proud to be British. Not only does my surname signal this important part of my identity, but I am also fortunate that it is pretty unique and therefore memorable. As a bonus, I have a decent number of ‘a’s and ‘o’s in my surname, which often made me a winner in the playground when we played Red Letter (a game where having a long name and multiples of the same letter counted for a lot). I didn’t have anything against being a Smith, but even in my late twenties I knew I wanted the type of career that would have a public profile, and so using any leverage I could get to stand out from the crowd would be helpful. It’s also worth bearing in mind that by then I already had plenty of experience of being overlooked and underestimated due to my petite stature, ethnic background and hereditary youthful looks (for which I am most thankful now I am in my forties!). I learnt to compensate for these hurdles of physicality by ensuring I was one of the first to speak when meeting new people, reeling off my credentials by way of introduction and injecting confidence in my voice. Anyway, back to the surname debate. As you can imagine, this wasn’t the type of quick, easily solved conversation you might have to, say, decide what colour to paint the living room. This was the type of complex, meaty and not so clear-cut conversation that pops up every so often, generates a few options but never reaches a conclusion. So, the conversations continued, and we got family members and friends involved as we toyed with variants. I could be Nagamootoo professionally and change my name to Smith for everything else… rejected for being a bit complicated. I could be Nagamootoo and my husband and any future kids could be Smith… rejected in favour of us all sharing the same family name. We could mesh our names and be Nagamith or Smootoo… rejected, no explanation needed! This went on until there was only one remaining logical decision – he would change his name to Nagamootoo.