For purposes of this post, let’s assume my name is first names Princess Ariel, middle name Ginger, last name Mermaid. Mr. S is first name Eric, middle name Two-legged, last name Human. And if you find this whole post confusing, that’s because I am sometimes confused myself.
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For my entire 29 year existence, I’ve been Princess Ariel Ginger Mermaid. I am very much attached to my last name, mostly because it is distinctively Filipino (mermaids are Filipino, just go with it). I’ve mentioned before that I am afraid of losing my Filipino-ness the older I get, and because I lack any kind of home-cooking skills, nor do I speak the language fluently, my last name is one of the final bits of culture I have to hold on to. Usually my looks alone are not enough for other Filipinos to make the connection, but my last name gives it away without a doubt—I am one of you. The Mermaids have a longstanding history in the city where my father grew up, so much so that the main street that connects the neighboring towns is called Mermaid Street. The Mermaids are a large well-known clan in that city and our name is somewhat of a status symbol.