Mom: "So, can you copy that Take This Waltz song you liked to my iTunes so I can hear it?"
Me: "Sure. Hey, did you read that Wikipedia article about Leonard Cohen? He uses so much Christian imagery in his music; I was sort of surprised to read he was Jewish."
Mom: (strange look)
Mom: "Leonard. COHEN."
Strangely, after having said this stupid thing, I had to weigh in on some name etiquette for my in-laws. Sandy is throwing the last day of the wedding festivities and she wants to sign the invitations as "Mrs. Sara Za-VeryMuslim-sounding Name," which was her married name. Ken and Wilma insisted that wasn't right, because she divorced Dr. Za-VeryMuslim-sounding Name, and her name is Sandy, not Sara, at least that's what THEY named her. I suppose this has been causing conflict for the last ten years, since they divorced. I know twenty years ago I caused conflict when I said I didn't want to trade my lovely romantic maiden name for the guttural horking up of phlegm which is my married name.
I didn't even get into the subtext, which is that they don't want Sandy to be Muslim. I just said "Of course, that's her legal name."
I think I need to start paying more attention to what people call themselves. It seems to have significance.