Why I Call Myself “Mrs. Dirt” on Twitter, and Why I Won’t Change It 


For those of you who aren’t on Twitter, I won’t bore you with a play-by-play of the details of this ongoing, sordid scenario. 

Instead, I will give you a quick, bottom-line synopsis: 

A posse of straight female “feminists” have been tweeting their asses off denigrating me because I call myself “Mrs. Dirt” on Twitter. 

Although I have addressed this topic before (many times, actually), I have never written a specific post about it, so I wanted to do one to quickly refer to whenever needed. 

To be clear, these straight “feminists” are implying that I am a stupid, weak, fluffy-headed, submissive, Stepford Wife because I use the Twitter handle “Mrs. Dirt”. 

They are (very) wrong

So, here’s the scoop: 

I started calling myself “Mrs. Dirt” on Twitter right after we got married. It started as a light-hearted, silly, goofy celebration of the fact that…at long last, hallelujah…Dirt and I were able to do what our straight peers have always taken for granted since, well, FOREVER: get married!!! 

It was a dorky way to say to the Twitter world: “We are freakin’ MARRIED!”

So: now these “feminists” may be wondering: Then, why did I say I am “Mrs. Dirt”, versus Dirt saying she is “Mrs. Saye Bennett”?

Well, that answer is very simple too. Dirt is a well-known blogger who has been blogging for years, while I am not. I started this blog as a hobby, which I love, but very few people would know about my blog or my pseudonym. It would have been stupid to do it in reverse, because nobody would have gotten the joke.

Plus “Mrs. Dirt” is simply cuter too.

Then the whole “Mrs. Dirt” nickname just sort of stuck so I kept it.

It’s an easy way to identify me on Twitter and on our joint posts, and quite frankly, I like it…NOT because I am oppressed, or unaware of the history surrounding the use of the term, or unfeminist, or stupid, or vapid, or weak, or stuck in the 1950s. 

Instead, I like using “Mrs. Dirt” because it is a public, simple, fun, and obvious way to align myself with Dirt.

I use my real name and my real title in real life, and Dirt does too.

“Mrs. Dirt” is an internet name…it is not my real name…well, um, duh! (Saye Bennett is not my real name either, by the way).

So there’s absolutely no need for anybody to get her panties in a wad about an internet name because most people call themselves names on the internet like CatMommy1234 (which does NOT literally mean that CatMommy1234 gave birth to 1234 kittens either, by the way, folks). 

BUT: Here is the most important point:

Even if I had decided to take Dirt’s name in real life, or if she had taken mine…so what?? 

We are a legally married couple, and tons of married straight females have taken their husband’s name. 

The decision of whether to change names is their, and now our, choice to do…or not to do. 

Our marriage is just as valid as a straight marriage, and the fact that these straight “feminists” are badmouthing me regarding this topic is very telling of their underlying lesbophobia and utter lack of recognition of our marriage as being valid. 

(The other big clues that these “feminists” are lesbophobic is the fact that they put “marriage” and “wife” in “quotation marks” when referring to myself and Dirt — along with a barrage of other lesbophobic insults).  

True feminism does not include telling Lesbians how we “should” live our lives or what choices we “should” make. 

Finally, I don’t care what these “feminists” (or anybody like them) thinks of what I call myself on Twitter…or what they think about me, period. 

If anybody doesn’t like me or anything about me, please just avoid me in the future. Simple! Problem solved! You’re welcome.  

11 thoughts on “Why I Call Myself “Mrs. Dirt” on Twitter, and Why I Won’t Change It 

  1. Aww, it sounds like you’re having quite the difficult time on twitter. I hope these awful people leave you alone. As for taking on someone’s name- I’ve heard of straight couples wanting to do it due to name discrimination. So why couldn’t you do it? There’s many reasons to choose to take on someone’s name.

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    • Hi, thanks so much! I appreciate your kindness! 🌹We both decided to keep our own birth names when we got married; for personal beliefs (we’re both very independent people who met in our 40’s, LOL) and also for professional reasons (I am licensed/certified in my birth name; I know all of that could be changed, of course, but it is a lot of busywork). So we could have changed it if we wanted to but didn’t. But I don’t think there is anything wrong whatsoever with changing names if that is what the couple wants; I think that is a personal decision that should not be criticized by others. (It is especially ridiculous when it is an internet name, IMHO).

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      • “What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
        By any other word would smell as sweet.”

        Of course, I don’t know how either of you smell, though I do know that most (modern) domesticated roses have little or no smell at all.

        In most cases, our “birth name” is simply our father’s name, much more rarely our mother’s, which was in turn probably her own father’s name. We’re stuck with such things, unless we cut the Gordian knot and just make up a new one, like Elana Dykewomon.

        Btw, many people who correctly identify my opening quote as being from Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”, nevertheless incorrectly attribute the words to Romeo; in fact (in the script) they are spoken by Juliet.

        We are lucky to live (or are we?) in jurisdictions in which we can call ourselves (or name our children) more or less however we please. In some countries that we normally think of as liberal (Sweden, notably, also Norway, I think), there is a “positive list” of acceptable forenames from which you must choose. Bizarrely, their anti-gender-discrimination laws are simultaneously in force, so there is nothing to stop you naming your daughter “David” or your son “Rebecca”, though you may name neither of them “Oolagong”.

        I really hope there is some native Nord reading this who will contradict and correct me about the naming thing.

        In the play, it was Juliet who was the real dumb-ass, so let me cast it with you as Romeo (I’ll be the creepy priest, I was born to the part), and Dirt as Juliet, make it all finish with a happy end.

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