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… so why not let Gays get hitched too?

I found this Hollywood politico cute shoot on The Daily Dish. It tries to take aim at the ignorant masses in California who oppose gay marriage, but it winds up making marriage look like an institution tailored specifically with the punishment of homosexuals in mind.

Marriage. That passionless bastion of crass in-laws and fat, inconsiderate spouses. The horror.

And I didn’t miss the supposed point. I just think the point was stupid and way off mark.

I think the creators missed the point. People, most of them anyway, who opposed Prop 8 are average folk who probably don’t know that they know gay people even. Their discomfort was manufactured in churches and via fear-mongering television ads. Denigrating the state of matrimony is not going to win them over although the hip left-wingers will enjoy quite the smug chuckle at the expense of soccer moms and their families.

The point shouldn’t be to make a joke of one side or the other but to introduce people to the reality of what is likely going on all around them. Couples of the same-sex, living, loving and starting families like couples do.

The vast majority of them not bad Hollywood clichés.

Devin and Glenn are bad Judd Apatow-ish fail.


I tepidly tip-toed into the Al and Tipper split angst at my mommy gig.  Basically falling back on the whole “marriage is work” and that successful marriages – and I am taking the gold standard of “til death do we part”* – are made up of two committed people.  Commitment being key and something that a couple must do over and over again as their relationship rolls on and time/circumstances change them and it.

But I ran across a piece by Leslie Bennets at The Daily Beast that I really wanted to comment on, but didn’t.  Bennets is the author of The Feminine Mistake, which takes to task women who drop out of the workplace to raise children. In Bennets’ opinion, this is idiotic at best and suicidal at worst but as she is working for a world-view model that places material wealth as the most important thing – her arguments make sense.

The Beast post talked about the myriad of ways that marriages die.

There are so many ways a marriage can die.

Some are blown up in a fateful instant; a couple might have been married for years, might appear the ideal couple to everyone who knows them, even believe it themselves—and one day a stranger walks into a room and one partner is struck by acoup de foudre as decisive as a mortal blow. When this happens—and it sometimes does—even the most devoted spouse hasn’t got a chance. Other marriages take years to wither, with love seeping away, bit by bit, as if leaking from a small, fatal hole that can drain an enormous reservoir.

I won’t argue the “withering, fatal hole” position. I have my own theories but won’t share them here as I have done so already in past posts. But I call bullshit on the statement in bold.

The idea that a happily married person or sometimes two lock eyes across a crowded patio at a neighborhood barbeque and are struck by kismet is utter crap. The rationalizing that has to gone on to justify anything so Hollywood High School makes me wonder whether to laugh in someone’s face or just give a patronizing eye-roll.

No one is fated to be with just one other person. Sorry. And any person who has used this sorry-ass excuse on a partner to justify abandoning that person is engaging in classic denial of personal responsibility and was probably the lazy end of the duo in terms of anything requiring heavy-lifting skills to begin with.

Leaving your spouse for someone else is an avoidance tactic of the highest magnitude. It’s one thing to decide – as perhaps the Gores did – that effort, reaffirmation of love and commitment to a partnership aren’t worth the work anymore – but it’s quite another to cop out with “kismet” and “soul-mates” and “this can’t be denied” excusing of one’s very bad, infantile and supremo-selfish behavior.

You’re being harsh, Anniegirl. How would you know even?

Yeah, I heard that. You out there who’s probably pulled this cheesy escape hatch once or twice.

Rob and I couldn’t be more well-matched. In a lot of ways, he suits me better than Will could ever have done. I feel that I have known him always – that we’ve spent the better part of our early existences involved with each other – probably intimately. You can’t get more “kismet” than us.

But, if he and I had met by chance – at one of these across the room affairs – back in the mid-90’s when he, Shelley and the girls were living in Kansas, would it have led to a soul-implosion?

No.

Why?

Because he was a devoted married man who loved his wife and his daughters and knew that marriage wasn’t a trivial thing to be tossed aside to chase sexually fueled mirages. In fact, dollars to donuts that he wouldn’t have noticed me beyond a shared interest in Star Trek and a half-hour’s worth of nerdy conversation.

And me? I didn’t note married men beyond “too bad he’s married”.

There are rules to engagement, and people who disregard boundaries like “marriage” are the least likely to stick with you later on when the going gets tough – and it does for everyone at some time or another.

Those couples exist though, Anniegirl. You’ve heard the stories of the cousin’s sister’s co-workers mom and stepdad, or the neighbor’s best friend’s uncle who left their spouse for a random stranger and spent 30 wonderful years together, right?

Anecdotal urban myths.

People like that exist in so few a number that they might as well be the Lost Ark or the Holy Grail. They are like believing in Disney Princess stories. Most people who leave a partner for someone else – eventually leave that person too. That’s the rule. Haven’t we talked about “exceptions” versus “rule” before, people?

It’s irritating that people like, Bennets – who are quick to chastise people about their relationship choices in general – so willingly feed the mythology of failed marriages by promoting ridiculous ideas like “destiny” and “eyes locking across a crowded PTA meeting”. Marriage is a one of many relationship vehicles that we are presented with in life to work on ourselves in some way or to assist others in their life journey – mostly the latter, but that’s my opinion only.

*Knowing fully well that an awful lot of widowed folk call bs on that as it’s not a standard part of the vows, which can vary a lot depending on religion and civil standards. Although, my personal opinion is that anyone going into marriage thinking they can call the ball on length are living in the Magic Kingdom too.


When you decide to screw a person over for money, you calculate the risk that the amount of money saved is directly proportional or greater than the amount of grief the person you are screwing can dish back at you. More importantly though, you are calculating that your karmic footprint will not be so weighty as to dictate a future stint as some kind of insect.

At least that’s how I roll.

I learn over and over that this is not the case for most people.

Dee’s dance experience ended on a sour note. Hindsight, with all her clarity, tells me I should have made the decision to quit for her after the festival competition fiasco, but I allowed the owner of the dance studio to sway me (and make me feel as though it was my fault Dee wasn’t enjoying dance and a bad mom to boot) and I, inadvertently, swayed Dee by reminding her of her completely non-reciprocal responsibility to the other girls in her group who were counting on her to show up for the end of the year performance.

The studio owner, however, was being shrewd at Dee’s expense. She has a policy of requiring 2 weeks notice for termination of lessons and then refunds the balance. With nearly six weeks to go, she would have had to refund 4 weeks times 3 classes worth of funds.

No, I didn’t see that one coming. She suckered me good.

The dress rehearsal for the end of the year performance was its usual fiasco. I don’t think anyone involved has even the slightest idea of how to manage that many children at once and as I have mentioned, the teacher in me seethed at the lack of foresight and the blatant waste of adult time.

I had mentioned my concerns to the studio owner, and she ignored them as she does everyone’s concerns and complaints. It is her modus operandi. Nod, smile in a non-committal manner and then pretend the conversation never took place when she is called to account later.

Did I mention that after Dee missed the ballet rehearsal (because of the issues that I brought up weeks before) she stood in the back stage hallway and sobbed for nearly 10 minutes while people from the studio hurried around, casting uneasy little glances as they passed but not saying a word to me or Dee?

Yeah, that’s why I issued the executive order – way too late – and decided that Dee was done for the year. No one at the studio cared about her or her feelings. The ballet instructor is a teenager who has an agenda that centers squarely on herself. The more dance groups she teaches and choreographs for who go off to competitions and do well – the better her resume. That’s bottom line for her.

When the stage manager offered to let the ballet group rehearse again – 4 minutes tops – with Dee, her teacher said, “They don’t need to.”

And fuck you too.

The studio owner called the next night. It was the usual dissembling attempt to get me to take the blame for Dee having missed her curtain. Nothing is ever her fault and, rather than argue, I simply stated facts until she changed her story – three times and still without accepting responsibility or apologizing.

Apologizing, by the way, goes a long way and should usually be the go-to when a customer, which I am, is feeling slighted, which Dee and I were.

The conversation ended abruptly when I heard my cell phone ring and I knew it was Rob calling from the airport. Nothing was resolved, but after discussing things with Rob, I sent an email asking for a refund for the tickets to the final performance on June 4. $32.

Today, I ran into one of the other dance moms at Costco.

“Did you get the tickets?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“For the performance last night, ” she said. “They gave me your tickets to give to you when I saw you last night, but I never did. Did you finally get them?”

“Um,” I thought about trying to explain but decided against it. “Don’t worry about it. It worked out.”

It’s not worked out. Not by a long shot.