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K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Okay, while I’m not exactly enthusiastic about Katherine getting into the kissing era in coming years, I hope I’m not quite as … um … hung up about it as this movie, “Pamela’s Prayer,” is.

I certainly respect folks who make and abide by decisions they consider to be morally based, but … this just seems more than a bit silly to me. I think there’s room for making intelligent (if hormonally-driven) decisions between the burka and Crisco parties, and this leans a bit too much toward the former than I’d think of trying to guide my daughter.

(via GLValentine)

Hey, did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world?

Fifteen years ago today.  Fifteen years.

I’m amazed, pleased, and proud.

Fifteen years.

In the Name of God,
I, David, take you, Marjorie, to be my wife,
to have and to hold from this day forward,
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish
until we are parted by death.
This is my solemn vow.

Still is, too.

Meatloaf Wars

Margie and I have a very, very happy marriage.

But meatloaf has not been a part of it.

I grew up with The One True Meatloaf Of Which All Others Are But Shadow, which involves as its loafy filler breadcrumbs.

Margie, on the other hand, grew up with some Vile, Corrupted Travesty Of Meatloaf Against The Laws Of Man And God that involved in the same role (gag) oatmeal.

We decided, long ago, never to further discuss the matter.

But the subject did come up while Mary was last visiting, and she offered to send her mother’s meatloaf recipe. Which she did. And which I made a variant of this evening. (Variant because hers calls for ground beef, ground pork, and ground veal, and what we had was ground beef, ground buffalo, and uncooked beer brats).

While Mary’s Mother’s Meatloaf does include some True And Proper Breadcrumbs, the majority of “filler” in the loaf is, in fact, made up of shredded (grated / chopped) potato.

And while it is not perhaps The One True Meatloaf Of Which All Others Are But Shadow Of Blessed Memory, it did turn out, in fact, to make a quite tasty meatloaf. And Margie agreed. As did Katherine.

And we learned that, all other differences aside, we could agree as well that meatloaf should be garnished with catsup.

Mary is welcome to visit any time she wants.

A missed event

Let’s see, what did I miss blogging about whilst I was sick?

Well, a ton of stuff that will all shows up in Unblogged Bits this afternoon.

And I didn’t keep up with WIST, alas. Need to correct that for today.

Oh, we had a foot or two of snow here the past few days. Of course, the 50-plus degree weather means a lot of it’s already melted off, and the rest should be managed by Halloween. Kitten did get a snow day, though.

Hmmmm. Something else. Something else. Something …

Aha!

 

Continue reading “A missed event”

Unblogged Bits for Monday, 05 October 2009

Links (most recent first) that caught my eye, but did not warrant full-blown blog entries ….

“Tale as old as time …”

I have a special fondness for Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.

First off, it was one of the first Disney flicks I actually went and saw as an adult.

Second, it features a protagonist who walks around with a book in her hand. I have a small figurine in my office of Belle doing this. Since I do it at lunch all the time, that means a lot to me.

Thirdly, I very much relate to the Beast. A fearful, awkward, not-quite-human creature, laboring under a curse, redeemed through love by a wonderful, intelligent, caring woman. My marriage to Margie feels very much like that, thank you.

So, yeah, as we were watching the movie tonight with Katherine, I got rather weepy at various points … Belle reft from her father … the painful argument through the door … the rescue from the wolves … the Beast releasing Belle from her captivity … the Beast’s death and resurrection … the final ballroom dance …

So, okay, I’m a sentimental romantic. And Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite Disney flicks. 

Tweets from 2009-07-25

  • RT @pourmecoffee: “No amount of data can stand up against people’s passionate ownership of their beliefs.” http://bit.ly/19POIF #
  • RT @lesjenkins: TimBurton’s “Alice in Wonderland” trailer on the net: http://twurl.nl/mgr8ag [Very nice! Burton’s perfect for this.] #
  • Margie, sorting wash: “I always think this shirt of yours looks like one of my father’s.” Me: “It was.” #
  • Speaking of which, not sure how I missed three pens in my shirt pockets, but I’m glad Margie checks the laundry as she sorts it. #
  • RT @meoswell: When you see 3 guys carrying many stuff sacks w/the Bandai logo through the Con floor, follow them. They lead to free stuff. #
  • RT @meoswell: For sale at the Con-all the Star Trek fragrances. Tiberius, Pon Far, Red Shirt. Sp geek. [The girls all dig Red Shirt – not.] #
  • Another #Blogathon sponsorship – thanks, BD! Support @DDFL Dumb Friends League (animal shelter) sponsoring me at http://tinyurl.com/puun5d #
  • Hey #lesjenkins – this is a test. (The SEB Show! live > http://ustre.am/4qgN) #
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  • And it’s off to bed to finish my comic books and get a good night’s sleep before missing the next one. See you at the #Blogathon! #

Batching it

As in, “being a bachelor for a few days.” I don’t think the “t” should be in there, but “baching it” makes me feel all Baroque inside …

So Margie’s off on a business trip to Oakland for a few days, returning late Thursday night. Kitten’s flying out with her this afternoon, to be let off on her first stop in SoCal. There the young’un will participate in the now-time-honored tradition of “Grandma & Grandpa Camp,” wherein both my folks and Margie treat her like a little princess and spoil her rotten.

So empty house tonight and tomorrow night and, effectively, most of Thursday night.

I’ll keep busy — I have karate tonight and Thursday, I’m doing some WP conversions tonight, and getting together with the Dave Club on Wednesday night. And even failing those, I have games to play and Nets to browse and way too much on DVD and DVR to watch.

And there’s a certain fun freedom of not having to worry about anyone else, to heat up whatever I want for dinner (I made plenty of leftovers in my cooking on Sunday night), watch whatever I want, etc. I can lounge about in my skivvies, pick my nose, drink beer and belch and all those other manly things one does when one is a Solo Guy.

And Margie will be back soon, and we’ll be rejoining Katherine in SoCal later in the month for family celebrations and camping and all.

But I miss ’em already.

My Loving Liberal

Margie called up the local progressive radio station, prompted by discussion about all the GOPpers ranting about (in the context of Supreme Court justice nominees) the evils of “empathy,” being “emotional,” and having “a bad day.”

Her cogent comment, once on the air: “Those are all code words for reasons why women wouldn’t make good Supreme Court justices.”

I’m going to hover over the web page and see if I can point to the official stream so that everyone can enjoy it. Stay tuned …

“My wife. I think I’ll keep her.”

Fourteen Years and Nary an Itch

And why would I have any sort of itch when I’m wedded to the most faboo woman in the world — witty, caring, loving, geeky, helpful, spiffy, plus an number of other attributes I cannot elucidate without drawing a deep blush.

So instead I’ll be somber and Biblical.

Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. May her breasts satisfy you at all times; may you be intoxicated always by her love.

— Proverbs 5:18-19.

Yeah, baby! That’s what I’m talking about!

Happy Anniversary, my love.

Date Night

Jim and Ginger have offered to watch after the girl this evening (talk of movie and dinner out — for the girl — was made), so that Margie and I can go out.

Question is, where do we want to go? And will the snow be melted off enough to go and do it. 

(It was also suggested we could do it Sunday — but that’s hardly as much fun on a “school night,” though it’s not like we’re going to party until dawn or something.)

I’m sure we’ll figure something out.

Potpourri for $25, Alex

Sundry articles of diverse origin which I’ve insufficient time to chat about individually.

SERIOUS STUFF

  1. The Velvet Reformation – The Atlantic (March 2009) – The Archbishop of Canterbury, the gay rights debate, and the future of the Anglican Church. A fascinating read.
  2. Pam’s House Blend:: Hawaii Civil Unions Bill Senate JGO Hearing – my personal aftermath – A disgusting example of how far some ostensible followers of Jesus are from “And they will know we are Christians by our love.” Hideous.
  3. Heath Ledger Fans Call for Joker’s Retirement From Film | The Underwire from Wired.com – I don’t care how fine a job Heather Ledger did — this is just silly, but in a very sad way.
  4. Personal Health – Babies Know – A Little Dirt Is Good for You – NYTimes.com – From bumping up the immune system to getting worms, a bit of non-sterility is good for a body.
  5. Think Progress » Bailed-out bank eliminated 450 jobs and then spent millions on lavish parties in LA. – These guys really, really, really don’t realize how close-by the angry mobs with torches and pitchforks are lurking. They seem obliviously tied to an internal culture of entitlement.
  6. Family planning stops more than 800,000 abortions :: CHICAGO SUN-TIMES :: Nation – But, of course, it’s evil because it encourages promiscuity. Or some lame argument like that.
  7. Evolution of Security: 3 oz or 3.4 oz? What gives??? – It’s all those crazy “metric-mania” Europeans who have weakened our country by a precious 0.4 oz./bottle! Evil! Eeeeevil!

FUN STUFF

  1. 140 Characters » How Twitter Was Born – Far less intentional, far more interesting than you’d think.
  2. Petzal: The Rules of Gunfighting | Field & Stream – Words to, um, live by.
  3. Joss Whedon’s Theory On Why DC Comic Book Movies Usually Suck | /Film – Maybe so … but DCU cartoons kick Marvel cartoons’ butts all around the playground.
  4. Don’t Fear Atheists; We’re the New Lutherans | Friendly Atheist by Hemant Mehta – In many ways, that’s true, in terms of provoking Christians/theists into examining and revitalizing their own belief systems. Though I’m hoping they’ll be more like the Lake Wobegone Lutherans, and less like the anti-semitic Martin Luther kind of Lutherans.
  5. Rands In Repose: A Disclosure – A great introduction to changing from being a worker to a manager. I remember going thorough a lot of these stages, though my management promotion changed the IT area I was working in.
  6. Blambot Comic Fonts and Lettering – How comic book word balloons work. Spiffy!
  7. IESB.net – Sam Jackson Will Be Nick Fury…Nine Times! – Woot!

And, via Kate, the excellent How to Get Boys to Like You: 

 

Twelfth Night planning

So our annual Twelfth Night party is tomorrow night. We decided when we moved into the house that it would be our annual holiday party in January, non-competitive with…

So our annual Twelfth Night party is tomorrow night. We decided when we moved into the house that it would be our annual holiday party in January, non-competitive with office and other parties in December. It’s much easier, decor-wise, since we went to an artificial tree (cut trees would already be long-gone, and live trees can only stay inside a couple of days before they start deciding it’s spring and send out new shoots — which immediately get zorched when the tree’s put back outside), and we always leave our Christmas paraphernalia up until after the party. (It is not unknown for it to actually go up immediately before the party, and for it to stay up long after …)

Anyway, it’s one one big social event here at the Consortium. The division of labor is simple — Margie does the food, I clean. The funny thing is how we each behave leading up to H-Hour. Margie gets very stressed and anxious a few weeks before over all that still needs to be done, menu planned, etc. I kind of shrug it off. But as we get closer to the day, and during the Day Of, in fact, Margie becomes the Zen Goddess of Hospitality, while I turn into Buzzy the Hummingbird, flitting around like I’ve ODed on Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, frantically cleaning, picking up, polishing, dusting, vacuuming, sorting, stuffing, stressing, angsting, worrying, dashing hither and thither, etc.

Then the party hits, and we both go into Host and Hostess mode, and all is well … until the majority of the guests leave, just a few friends are left, and I can physically and emotionally crash (usually coupled with my sitting down, which I don’t do during the party).

So …

The house is really in pretty good shape, all things considered, but there will be plenty to clean up (and some stuff that never did get tidied that ought to have been before. That’ll be pretty much a full day affair, coupled with the items on the Master Party Checklist I’ve developed over the years (the only thing that keeps me from worrying that I’ve Forgotten Something Important). 

We went shopping tonight for food, so Margie has that under control. I know come 2 p.m. or so tomorrow she’ll be telling me I should sit down while she takes a break, and I’ll nod and say sure and keep on dashing about like a Martha Stewart on crack.

But it’s always a good time, and as much as I find myself more and more dreading it as the final day approaches, I always find myself going to bed that night (or the following morning) deeply happy that I did, and marveling at the team we make.

Unlike some years when a mid-January party has been wrapped in white-out conditions, this year is supposed to get into the mid-50s during the day, and cold but not bitter as the evening progress (maybe dipping to freezing by midnight). All of which affects the proportion of coffee and glögg vs. beers and sodas, as well as the likely body count. 

All I know is I think I can relax in a bit over 24 hours …

Yeah, I think maybe I got me a piece of this

Scientists claim that they’ve found some folk for whom romance lasts a lifetime, defying the clichés and “common sense.” A team from Stony Brook University in New York scanned…

Scientists claim that they’ve found some folk for whom romance lasts a lifetime, defying the clichés and “common sense.”

A team from Stony Brook University in New York scanned the brains of couples who had been together for 20 years and compared them with those of new lovers. They found that about one in 10 of the mature couples exhibited the same chemical reactions when shown photographs of their loved ones as people commonly do in the early stages of a relationship.

Previous research suggested that the first stages of romantic love, a rollercoaster ride of mood swings and obsessions that psychologists call limerence, start to fade within 15 months. After 10 years the chemical tide has ebbed away.

The scans of some of the long-term couples, however, revealed that elements of limerence mature, enabling them to enjoy what a new report calls “intensive companionship and sexual liveliness”.

The researchers nicknamed the couples “swans” because they have similar mental “love maps” to animals that mate for life such as swans, voles and grey foxes.

The reactions of the swans to pictures of their beloved were identified on MRI brain scans as a burst of pleasure-producing dopamine more commonly seen in couples who are gripped in the first flush of lust.

Grrrraowrrrr …

“The findings go against the traditional view of romance – that it drops off sharply in the first decade – but we are sure it’s real,” said Arthur Aron, a psychologist at Stony Brook. Previous research had laid out the “fracture points” in relationships as 12-15 months, three years and the infamous seven-year itch.

Aron said when he first interviewed people claiming they were still in love after an average of 21 years he thought they were fooling themselves: “But this is what the brain scans tell us and people can’t fake that.”

I can say — having long past those “fracture points,” (we’ll hit 14 years married this year, plus a bit of courting romance prior to that), I love — and am deeply attracted to (hubba-hubba!) — Margie as intensely as I was back then. Which is not to say that it isn’t possible to have a long-term, positive, pleasant relationship without being all googly-eyed toward each other all the time, but I’m glad (despite my daughter’s embarrassment) that’s the way we are.

“Save My Marriage from Irrelevance”

I’ve long argued that recognizing that gays have the right to marry does nothing to harm my own marriage, or why I feel my own marriage is special, or blessed,…

I’ve long argued that recognizing that gays have the right to marry does nothing to harm my own marriage, or why I feel my own marriage is special, or blessed, or witnessed before God — any more than the state recognizing a marriage that I am sure will be a horrible mistake, or one celebrated in a faith I do not share (or no faith at all). Gay marriage doesn’t destroy marriage, it enhances it, spreads it outward, shares the wealth — and so, like sharing anything good, increases it accordingly.

Conversely, according to this article by David Quigg, restricting marriage may be counter-productive, may make marriage more of a “niche” phenomenon than it already is. 

Face it:  marriage, as an institution, is in some trouble. Not only is divorce rampant, but more people are choosing to marry much later, or even never marry at all — or marry not because it changes how they feel about each other (as if marriage for “love” were a Biblical tradition) but because it guarantees certain legal rights. Restricting a group that wants to (and, by rights, ought to be able to) marry from doing so doesn’t make marriage any more viable of an institution in that sort of environment. It makes it even less relevant.

Denied the right to marry, our friends nonetheless give each other all the care, love, honesty, loyalty, support, shelter, and shared laughter that marriage is all about for me. You can’t spend much time around couples who accomplish all that in their daily unmarried lives without realizing that you don’t need a marriage to love each other well. My marriage begins to seem about as essential as my appendix. Vestigial.

[…] If the word “marriage” is so fragile that it needs to be protected from the loving couples I’m privileged to call my friends, go lock the word up in a pretty box. Keep the locked box in your church. Share the blessing inside the box only with those you deem worthy. Let only those worthy ones be called “married.” Refuse to recognize the legitimacy of gay weddings or secular straight weddings or devout straight weddings held within the walls of churches that interpret God’s words differently than you do. Expect those churches to look with the same disdain on the so-called “marriages” of your faithful.

Pick a new name for the civil contract I have with my wife. Give it a clunky name if that will help you stomach laws that grant gay civil unions and straight civil unions the same set of rights now enjoyed only by married heterosexuals. Give it a name like an IRS form. I simply don’t care. No name can change what my wife and I have with each other.

We don’t need your blessing.

Stay out of our lives.

The Religious Right has harmed Christianity, as a whole, by making it seem judgmental, theocratic, intolerant, and obnoxious — “Your choices are to either believe as we do and vote as we do and live as we do say you should — or keep your mouths shut and ‘think of England.'” The result has been a discouragement of those who feel their Christianity has been hi-jacked by bullies, and an active resentment and anger from those who aren’t Christian.

Ironically, they run the risk of making “Holy Matrimony” much the same, by trying to keep it pure, unsullied, unchanging, restricted only to the Right Kind of People, i.e., Our Kind of People. It’s like the French Academy, striving to keep the language pure, to kick out or ban any “riff-raff” language borrowings from other lifestyles languages that would pollute the pure precious bodily fluids language that is Francaise. We laugh at the French, even while the Religious Right tries to do the same through their “ownership” of “marriage.”

The inevitable result, in this era of ever-diminishing church-going and denominational membership, will be more people saying, “Hell, we don’t need to kow-tow to some Christianist ceremony to bind our lives together in love. We’ll buy some rings, throw a party with friends, and call it done.” And, eventually, the law will accommodate that, through common law or civil marriage, or even civil unions fleshed out to be just like Marriage but without using that oh-so-precious “M” word for something of which The Righteous Do Not Approve.

Which would be a shame, really. But the shame will not be on those trying to “redefine marriage,” but those who treat it as something too precious to share and invest in, and so, like the bad servant in the Parable of the Talents, will lose what little they were given, kicked out into the darkness to “weep and gnash their teeth.” If marriage is threatened, it’s not by those who seek to expand its reach, but those who try to keep it an unchanging little club of their own devising, “NO GAYZ ALLOWED.”

And belated Thanks

It occurs to me that Thanksgiving is passed without (on this blog) an acknowledgment to all the folks to whom I am thankful. Because, for all of my introverted…

It occurs to me that Thanksgiving is passed without (on this blog) an acknowledgment to all the folks to whom I am thankful. Because, for all of my introverted nature, I must fess up to being thankful to others in my life.

To my boss, who both challenges me and feeds me enough kudos to make the demn’d horrid grind worth it.

To my readers and commenters here, who provide the feedback to power the mental mills that grind out this blog (et al.). I might do it otherwise, but the egoboo (and the emotional connections, and intellectual challenge) of you, the folks reading this, make the effort here more than worthwhile.

To the friends in my geographical area, and those beyond. You keep me grounded in humanity in a way that I cannot express.

To my family, blood side and in-law side, who constantly renew my faith in the human race, and in something outside my immediate household.

To my daughter, who (for all she occasionally drives me batty) keeps me on my toes and eternally hopeful for the future.

To my wife, who makes life worth living, to a degree that most mental health professionals would consider pathological, but that I consider the test of what I am as a person. I love you, my dear.

Thanksgiving is traditionally intended to focus on giving thanks to the Deity that makes it all happen. Given the wealth in my life (most of it immaterial), if Someone Upstairs is making it happen, I owe You a beer or fifty. 

Thanks, all.

Turnabout is fair play on marriage votes

From NakedJen: I mean, that says it all. If we’re going to let the majority vote on who gets a valid marriage and who doesn’t, which group is next? I…

From NakedJen:

I mean, that says it all. If we’re going to let the majority vote on who gets a valid marriage and who doesn’t, which group is next? I mean, really, why not an interracial marriage ban (pesky US SCOTUS rulings aside)? How about interreligious marriages, or marriages between citizens and furriners? How about marriages between people who cannot have kids? How about doing away with civil marriages and require a church services? And none of those flaky Mormon or idolatrous Catholic services — we want something good and American and Christian like the Baptists do.

Heck, why disallow marriages by class? We see plenty of bad marriages around us. Why not put all local marriages — each and every individual one, prior to the wedding — up to a vote of the city or county, or maybe just the block, or the families? Why not let those folks decide whether a given marriage is “promising” or “socially productive” or “in keeping with God’s plan”?

Heck, let’s be thorough about this — no “grandparenting” existing marriages in. Prop. 8 supporters would certainly love to see all those gay marriages of the past several months declared null and void. So let’s have a recall/referendum on every marriage in the state to see whether it lives up to the goals and description of Traditional Marriage. After all, we can trust the People to decide this, right? And since nothing is more important to our civilization than that Marriage Be Preserved, surely the People won’t mind the inconvenience.

Of course, some “feelings” might be hurt, some (undeserving) “couples” torn asunder … but we have to remember that the important thing is that we preserve some magical ideal of What God Means Religion To Be (2008 James Dobson Edition). Anything that doesn’t line up, regardless of the reason, needs to be separated, wheat from chaff, rams from goats. Clearly the best method is through seeking approval of 51% of the voters for each and every case. It’s the only way to be sure.

Who wants to go first?

To heck with 30 Days of Purpose …

… the religious challenge I’m after is the 7 Days of Nookie! Call to action: Pastor issuing 7-day sex challenge – Yahoo! News  The pastor of a mega-church says he…

… the religious challenge I’m after is the 7 Days of Nookie!

Call to action: Pastor issuing 7-day sex challenge – Yahoo! News 

The pastor of a mega-church says he will challenge married congregants during his sermon Sunday to have sex for seven straight days — and he plans to practice what he preaches.

“We’re going to give it a try,” said the Rev. Ed Young, who has four children with his wife of 26 years.

Young, 47, said he believes society promotes promiscuity and he wants to reclaim sex for married couples. Sex should be a nurturing, spiritual act that strengthens marriages, he said.

“God says sex should be between a married man and a woman,” Young said. “I think it’s one of the greatest things you can do for your kids because so goes the marriage, so goes the family.”

 

Well, if it’s a religious duty, I guess we don’t have any choice, honey.

(via Ginny)

Family time in the White House

One of the small — yet not so small — aspects of the Obama campaign that I dearly love is the Obama family dynamic. He and Michelle are clearly close,…

obama-family

One of the small — yet not so small — aspects of the Obama campaign that I dearly love is the Obama family dynamic. He and Michelle are clearly close, shown by their looks, their words, their actual touching of each other. And they and their children are tight-knit, too, with love and banter back and forth amongst them. 

We’ve had a chance to see this without it being exploitative, and I look very much forward to having a close couple, a close family (with young children!) in the White House for years to come.

Talk about a lesson for America.

“Mawwiage …”

BD passes along this meme: Copy this sentence into your Livejournal/Blog if you’re in a heterosexual marriage, and you don’t want it “protected” by the bigots who think that gay…

BD passes along this meme:

Copy this sentence into your Livejournal/Blog if you’re in a heterosexual marriage, and you don’t want it “protected” by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.

Any two or more people who choose to enter into the bonds of a loving, committed relationship in an open, public manner will only make us smile and strengthen our own bond. 

*raises a glass to everyone who’s married, whether legally or in their hearts and the eyes of their god(s), everyone who’s getting married, everyone who’d like to get married in a legally recognized fashion, but can’t because of silly laws–and, for that matter, everyone who’s self-aware enough to look at themselves and realize that such commitments aren’t right for them at this time or who doesn’t feel the need to be so public about it–just because it works for us doesn’t mean it’s going to work for everyone*

Okay: Any two or more people who choose to enter into the bonds of a loving, committed relationship in an open, public manner will only make us smile and strengthen our own bond. 

Now, not being willing to leave well enough alone, I’ll note some caveats and observations:

  1. “Loving, committed relationship” obviously excludes age-inappropriate marriages (not to mention a number of other bugaboos of the Right when it comes to same-sex marriage questions). What’s appropriate or inappropriate has, of course, varied wildly over the centuries, despite the cry of “eternal standards of traditional marriage” from the social conservatives. There’s times I’m tempted to suggest the age of consent for marriage should be raised to thirty … but that’s a topic for another day.
  2. “Two or more people” obviously includes polygamy, which is usually one of those slippery slope sorts of arguments again advanced by the Right. Again, a topic for another day, but practical considerations and difficulties for long-term stability aside, it’s no skin off my nose; such relations have every likelihood of being as true or truer to the spirit of marriage as some binary man-woman relationships we can point to on a daily basis. That said, current gay marriage struggles are not about polygamy; address that issue when it actually comes up.

The point of this, of course, is that what two other people choose to call their marriage doesn’t necessarily affect mine. And happy couples tend to spread happiness. So leave ’em the heck alone, all you Prop. 8 agitators out in California. Concentrate your energies on keeping your own marriages happy and healthy, and you’ll probably do more good for yourselves and society than you do trying to keep other folks from having happy marriages.

Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethaw today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam…