Friday, October 28, 2005
No Rallies for Divorce, No Protest Songs for Separation
I think that if someone is to celebrate the opportunity to get married, that person ought to at least acknowledge the divorce when the break-up happens.
More specifically, I think that if a landlord, a non-smoker, slightly disgruntled by the unsightly display of cigarette butts on his or her front lawn, makes a comment about stated butts to his or her tenant, a roommate of a known and admitted smoker, and the comment is met by the aghast claim that, "I'm getting married today!", not forgetting to imply that her wedding -- not a legal reality for the gay folk here in Mill City, WI -- was not only the Bridezilla-inducing spectacle straight weddings cause, but also an opportunity to act rebellious and defiant, especially in the face of the claim of cigarette-littering, then I think it is only fair and reasonable that when that union -- which, I shall add, was a brief 22 months long -- ends, the already-described bitch-o-rama who was once so uptight and stuffy about "I'm getting married today!" ought to just as rebelliously, just as defiantly, and just as bitchily address us -- oh, maybe when we're getting the paper some day or checking the mailbox -- by saying, "I'm getting divorced today!"
After all. If one fights so hard for the ability to use addition when solving a math equation, should not that person fight just as hard -- and celebrate just as gloriously -- when one decides to use subtraction?
Or maybe she could have just picked up the fucking cigarette butts without an attitude.
More specifically, I think that if a landlord, a non-smoker, slightly disgruntled by the unsightly display of cigarette butts on his or her front lawn, makes a comment about stated butts to his or her tenant, a roommate of a known and admitted smoker, and the comment is met by the aghast claim that, "I'm getting married today!", not forgetting to imply that her wedding -- not a legal reality for the gay folk here in Mill City, WI -- was not only the Bridezilla-inducing spectacle straight weddings cause, but also an opportunity to act rebellious and defiant, especially in the face of the claim of cigarette-littering, then I think it is only fair and reasonable that when that union -- which, I shall add, was a brief 22 months long -- ends, the already-described bitch-o-rama who was once so uptight and stuffy about "I'm getting married today!" ought to just as rebelliously, just as defiantly, and just as bitchily address us -- oh, maybe when we're getting the paper some day or checking the mailbox -- by saying, "I'm getting divorced today!"
After all. If one fights so hard for the ability to use addition when solving a math equation, should not that person fight just as hard -- and celebrate just as gloriously -- when one decides to use subtraction?
Or maybe she could have just picked up the fucking cigarette butts without an attitude.
