I like your post vezzie. On the name change thing I constantly get amazed responses at work that I did change my name when I got married, though I'd get amazed ones from my family if I hadn't.
I thought hard about it too, especially as it meant my PhD was in my married name and that can't be undone, so I will have this name throughout my career no matter what happens to me and DH. In the end I went for it because:
a) my dad kept sending me birthday cards and the like with First Name His Name-DH's Name on it, to persuade me to keep 'his' name. This felt weird and proprietorial to me - like he wanted his stamp on me. DH doesn't think like that, so it felt like a free choice to take his name and not a free choice that I'd had the old name since birth.
b) I thought it was actually a privilege to be able to do that. I know he could have done it the other way around, but I liked taking his name and I liked that he liked it that I had. It was important that it was a choice rather than something that was forced upon me, and it felt like a nice thing to do for my husband and a nice way to start our live as a unit. I think it is a beautiful gesture and a big vote of confidence.
c) DH's surname is way nicer than my old surname 
It is a bit weird I felt all traditional about it since in mostly everything else I'm a pretty hardcore feminist. We share the chores, the breadwinning, and the responsibilities 50:50 and I wouldn't have it any other way. Still, it's what I did. I think it's up to the individual woman concerned and it doesn't matter what she chooses, as long as it's her choice.