What better way, then, to procrastinate than to visit Wedinator, which will not only bring a (sometimes R-rated) chuckle, but will shine a new light on any wedding plans anyone you know may have?
Laura Munson writes about how she overcame a marital crisis:
This isn’t the divorce story you think it is. Neither is it a begging-him-to-stay story. It’s a story about hearing your husband say “I don’t love you anymore” and deciding not to believe him. And what can happen as a result.
On the other hand, he never moved out.
Vox Populi is also skeptical hat this would work for a man dealing with a wife determined to leave – and I agree.
Meanwhile, over in Wisconsin, three women who never heard of Epictetus…
Noticias24, the Spanish-language cable TV stations, and the Miami Herald have the happy news:
Alberto Cutié, bride married by judge, will have religious ceremony
Alberto Cutié walked away from a Coral Gables court early Tuesday morning, marriage license in-hand, according to a record posted on Miami-Dade County Clerk of Courts website that lists 35-year-old Ruhama Buni Canellis as the bride.
The couple was legally married by a judge, but sources say they still will have religious ceremony within the next week in an unnamed Episcopal church. The Rt. Rev. Leo Frade, bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Southeast Florida, will officiate that wedding.
Congratulations to Mr and Mrs Cutié.
Found this at Memeorandum right now:
First came traditional marriage. Then, gay marriage. Now, there’s a movement combining both—simultaneously. Abby Ellin visits the next frontier of nuptials: the “triad.”
Moral arguments aside, I can not for the life of me, begin to imagine why anyone would want to make a lifetime commitment to TWO, not one, simultaneous spouses. Images of endless whiiiiiny arguments at the dinning table come to mind.
Look, if everybody involved is
a. twenty-one years or older
b. acting of their own free will and not coerced
c. there is no violence
d. making sure their financial assets are protected
e. there are no children involved
and you want to indulge in whatever perversion floats your boat, that’s your decision.
Just don’t call it marriage.
I married The Husband when I had just turned 21, and have been amazed all these years at my good fortune.
Back then a lot of people wondered if that was a good decision. The answer, decades later, is yes.
Sociologist Mark Regnerus writes in the Washington Post today, Say Yes. What Are You Waiting For?
Of course, there’s at least one good statistical reason to urge people to wait on the wedding. Getting married at a young age remains the No. 1 predictor of divorce. So why on earth would I want to promote such a disastrous idea? For three good reasons:
First, what is considered “early marriage” by social scientists is commonly misunderstood by the public. The best evaluations of early marriage — conducted by researchers at the University of Texas and Penn State University — note that the age-divorce link is most prominent among teenagers (those who marry before age 20). Marriages that begin at age 20, 21 or 22 are not nearly so likely to end in divorce as many presume.
Second, good social science pays attention to gender differences. Most young women are mature enough to handle marriage. According to data from the government’s National Survey of Family Growth, women who marry at 18 have a better shot at making a marriage work than men who marry at 21. There is wisdom in having an age gap between spouses. For women, age is (unfortunately) a debit, decreasing fertility. For men, age can be a credit, increasing their access to resources and improving their maturity, thus making them more attractive to women. We may all dislike this scenario, but we can’t will it away.
Third, the age at which a person marries never actually causes a divorce. Rather, a young age at marriage can be an indicator of an underlying immaturity and impatience with marital challenges — the kind that many of us eventually figure out how to avoid or to solve without parting. Unfortunately, well-educated people resist this, convinced that there actually is a recipe for guaranteed marital success that goes something like this: Add a postgraduate education to a college degree, toss in a visible amount of career success and a healthy helping of wealth, let simmer in a pan of sexual variety for several years, allow to cool and settle, then serve. Presto: a marriage with math on its side.
Regnerus hits the bulls-eye next:
Too bad real life isn’t like that. Marriage actually works best as a formative institution, not an institution you enter once you think you’re fully formed. We learn marriage, just as we learn language, and to the teachable, some lessons just come easier earlier in life. “Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth,” added Tennyson to his lines about springtime and love.
Go read the rest.
Contrary to popular opinion, even among some historians who should know better, Martha was not fat when she married George. Yes, she liked to read the Bible, but she devoured gothic romance novels, too. She capably ran the five plantations left to her when her first husband died, bargaining with London merchants for the best tobacco prices. And unknown to most, while George was courting her she had another suitor, a Virginia planter with much greater wealth and stature. In a little-known letter, Charles Carter wrote to his brother about what a beauty she was and how he hoped to “arouse a flame in her breast.”
See the description of those shoes Fausta. Hubba hubba. Sound like some that Sarah Palin would wear. I hope she was pretty, and that Washington was not marrying her for her money. I would hate to think that he was the first John Kerry.
I’ve always felt that George & Martha deeply loved each other.
And those are great shoes!
Martha was beautiful!
Something about this story just doesn’t smell right:
45 yr old guy takes his young-enough-to-be-his-daughter 22 yr old girlfriend (who he met on the internet) to Proposal Rock. She disappears.
Anyhoo. Maybe he should have tried Miami Beach instead. Unless there’s a hurricane, Miami Beach waves aren’t going to sweep anyone away.