During Homecoming, I had a chance to hang out and catch up with one of my favorite Delta Nus.* Last time I celebrated Homecoming with her, we were both in Paris... Those were the days.
Megan:* So, tell me the truth, BV. Have you imagined yourself as BV Smith* yet?
Me: (starts laughing) No, of course not!
Megan: What? You're moving to the Midwest next year, and you haven't even thought about it?
Me: Oh, I've daydreamed about marrying him, but it's not as though I'm going to take my husband's name when I get married. What kind of feminist do you think I am?
Megan: (starts laughing) I love you, BV. You're such a badass.
I've never been called a badass before. A priss, a prep, a goody-two-shoes, a role model, a lesbian, a leader, the spirit of Delta Nu, a slut, a teacher's pet, Peter Pan, an overachieving perfectionist, a princess... but never a badass before. I was flattered, to say the least. Pleased enough to relate the conversation to my mom.
Me: And then she called me a badass! Pretty cool, huh, Mom?
Mom: (laughs) You know, while you were telling me your story, I thought to myself, 'Gosh, BV Smith doesn't really have a nice ring to it.' But then immediately I reassured myself, before you even said it, 'Well, it's not like BV will ever take her husband's name anyway.'
My mom knows me so well.
*Does anyone even read the footnotes anymore? Obviously, fake names, fake sorority.
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