Oh, Jezebel. Normally I love you, but this article is d-u-m-b.
I have grappled with the correct word to refer to Chris for years. (We are approaching a dozen years together and are very, very happily unmarried. We save money on taxes and the hippie wackadoo deep inside of me doesn’t have to feel icky about getting a license from the state for our relationship.) It has never occurred to me to just call him my fiance because…that’s not what that word means.
I have, maybe two or three times in my life, referred to him as my husband when it was really just easier and I was talking to strangers and it didn’t matter. Once was when he had been pulled out for extra screening by TSA and someone asked me why I was loitering around the check area.
But usually ‘partner’ is fine, if a bit clinical. More often than not, here’s a crazy idea, I just refer to him by his name. Even if someone hasn’t met him, if I say “Oh yeah, Chris loves that band, we saw them in concert last summer,” whoever I’m talking to will surely just infer that this is My Person. I’ve never had someone look at me quizically and ask “Sooooo is that your roommate? Boyfriend? Husband? Gay guy pal?”
Anyways. I have been reading a lot of Jezebel lately and liking a lot of what they put out there. But this is pretty silly.