Well, rats
Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005 10:08 amNarbonic's not answering the phone this morning. Probably part and parcel of Mom's nefarious plans for Artie.
Yesterday was sunny for a change, so in the afternoon we went down to South China and drove a buncha Subarus. The 1998 Impreza hatchback with low miles was too smoky, despite having obviously endured heavy-duty smoke-killing protocols. The 2003 with higher miles was...OK... but felt -- how do I say this? -- small. So, we broke down and drove a Forester. Nice vehicle. Felt solid on the road, and had plenty of zip; plus it's got the bit of height that I've gotten used to in the Blazer, and cockpit actually has more leg-room than the Blazer, while the passenger's slot is about the same. The controls are nicely placed and obvious, and, hey -- the air conditioner and radio work. I am So Doomed.
Before the Great Auto Adventure, and as part of the gym-and-errand-thing, I ran into a fellow collecting signatures to "Save Your Marriage." Had a table set up in front of the Unity Town Office, which shares an entrance with the post office.
"Sign the petition to save your marriage, deah?"
"Don't believe I will, thanks."
"Now, why not? I see that ring on your finger."
"You do, and it's been there for twenty-five years, coming up. I'll tell you what -- my marriage has been a source of great comfort and strength for me for almost half my life..."
"Well, then, why don't you just --"
"...and I have several very dear friends who are denied that comfort and strength because some people are homophobic, self-righteous, and just plain nosy. I think that's wrong."
Silence for the beat of three while my man studied the cloudless sky.
"Well, then. Have a nice day, deah."
"You, too."
I do believe I'll pay some bills.
Yesterday was sunny for a change, so in the afternoon we went down to South China and drove a buncha Subarus. The 1998 Impreza hatchback with low miles was too smoky, despite having obviously endured heavy-duty smoke-killing protocols. The 2003 with higher miles was...OK... but felt -- how do I say this? -- small. So, we broke down and drove a Forester. Nice vehicle. Felt solid on the road, and had plenty of zip; plus it's got the bit of height that I've gotten used to in the Blazer, and cockpit actually has more leg-room than the Blazer, while the passenger's slot is about the same. The controls are nicely placed and obvious, and, hey -- the air conditioner and radio work. I am So Doomed.
Before the Great Auto Adventure, and as part of the gym-and-errand-thing, I ran into a fellow collecting signatures to "Save Your Marriage." Had a table set up in front of the Unity Town Office, which shares an entrance with the post office.
"Sign the petition to save your marriage, deah?"
"Don't believe I will, thanks."
"Now, why not? I see that ring on your finger."
"You do, and it's been there for twenty-five years, coming up. I'll tell you what -- my marriage has been a source of great comfort and strength for me for almost half my life..."
"Well, then, why don't you just --"
"...and I have several very dear friends who are denied that comfort and strength because some people are homophobic, self-righteous, and just plain nosy. I think that's wrong."
Silence for the beat of three while my man studied the cloudless sky.
"Well, then. Have a nice day, deah."
"You, too."
I do believe I'll pay some bills.
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Date: 2005-05-04 09:44 am (UTC)I find that when I ask one of these Defenders of Marriage to point to a particular marriage that requires defense, they get very confused. I think it's perfectly reasonable to ask them how, if no individual marriage is threatened, marriage collectively can somehow be threatened.
"What rights will I lose?"
--"Um, none."
"OK, what will my wife and I have to give up?"
--"Uh, nothing."
"Is there some scarce resource that I currenly have access to, such that competition for that resource would increase?"
--"What? No."
"Oh. Well, then, what exactly am I defending again?"