Wednesday, Jun. 29, 2005
Dear Diary:

To paraphrase that apocryphal Marie Antoinette quote, "Let them eat wedding cake."

Last night the Canadian Parliament passed our same-sex marriage law. It has to be approved in the Senate and once that happens (probably in a few days) then all our Canadian provinces and territories will offer homos and lezzies the right to deeply, deeply regret saying the words, "Till death do us part."

It only seems fair to me. Why should heterosexuals be the only ones to promise "for better and for worse", only to find a few years down the road that that might involve waking up to someone snoring at jet aircraft decibels, with a tiny trail of drool scenically trickling down their cheek to anoint their pillow?

We won't mention bed head, morning breath, weight gain, hair loss, wrinkles, what we will delicately term "digestive issues". The terrible, terrible things that gravity can do to the human body? My lips are sealed. Let's just say that while the spousal unit has held up remarkably well physically, he has been forced to contemplate some unspeakable things in the thirty plus years we've been married.

I think that we can all agree that homosexuals and lesbians have been able to weasel out of this kind of horror far, far too long. No more special privileges for them, I say.

Let them eat wedding cake.

Frankly, I don't get what the fuss is about. We legalized homosexuality in this country in 1969. Did we suffer a complete and utter moral breakdown? When you think of Canada, do you think Sodom and Gomorrah North? Hardly, eh?

Do Canadians care less about marriage than other countries? Our divorce rate is almost half the American divorce rate. That right there tells you a lot about what we feel about marriage.

Will our homos and lezzies have an easy time of marriage? Nope. Marriage is hard. Two innies or two outies are not going to have an easier time of it than the traditional innie and outie pairing. Marriage is about a lot more than the genitalia of the marriage partners.

Marriage laws extend special privileges and protections to married couples. Denying these special privileges and protections to people who have chosen to live within the restrictions of marriage—forsaking all others, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do them part—is discrimation.

Plus, why should homos and lezzies be spared the, "If you loved me, you'd marry me" fight?

My thoughts, exactly.


Mileage on the Marnometer: 700.09 miles. 10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duckhalf way smooch Half way there. Oh, man, please let this be over

Goal for 2005: 1,250 miles - 2000 kilometers

Going Nowhere Collaboration

.:Comments (20 so far):.

Old Drivel - New Drivel

Subscribe with Bloglines

Want to delve into my sordid past?
She's mellllllllllllllting - Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2012 - Back off, Buble - Monday, Dec. 19, 2011 - Dispersed - Monday, Nov. 28, 2011 - Nothing comes for free - Monday, Nov. 21, 2011 - None of her business - Friday, Nov. 04, 2011 -

.:Cast:. .:Diaryland Notes:. .:Comments (20 so far):. .:E-mail:.
.:Adventures In Oz:.
.:12% Beer:. .:Links:. .:Host:. .:Archives:.

Cavort, cavort, my kingdom for a cavort Globe of Blogs 12 Per Cent Beer my partners in crime

A button for random, senseless, drive-by linkings:
Blogroll Me!

< ? blogs by women # >
« Bloggers over forty + ? »
<< | BlogCanada | >>
[ << ? Verbosity # >> ]
<< x Blog x Philes x >>

This template is a riff on a design by the truly talented Quinn. Because I'm a html 'tard, I got alot of pity coding to modify it from Ms. Kittay, a woman who can make html roll over, beg, and bring her her slippers. The logo goodness comes from the God of Graphics, the Fuhrer of Fonts, the one, the only El Presidente. I smooch you all. The background image is part of a painting called Higher Calling by Carter Goodrich which graced the cover of the Aug. 3, 1998 issue of The New Yorker Magazine.

Kids, don't try viewing this at home without Netscape 6 or IE 4.5+, a screen resolution of 800 X 600 and the font Mead Bold firmly ensconced on your hard drive.

©2000, 2001, 2002 Marn. This is me, dagnabbit. You be you.