stolen and modified from Slugtales
Nice writeup in The New Yorker (Hendrik Hertzberg, love him) on the whole gay marriage distraction, particularly those numbnuts claiming gay marriage as an "attack" on marriage in general:
It's a strange sort of attack, to be sure: a wonderfully pacific attack, a supportive attack, ...consisting, as it does, of the earnest wish of certain loving couples to join themselves to that very institution and thus to feel themselves, and be accepted as, full members of the American (and human) family.
...In the past forty years, the definition of marriage has indeed been changed, not by any homosexual master plan but by an epidemic of heterosexual divorce. Marriage is a social good -- Bush is certainly right about that -- but it has become a disposable good.
That is, for us heterosexuals who take it for granted. Hertzberg ends his comment by recommending Bush worry about the massive increase in divorces among those serving in Iraq. Huh.
Sorry folks, for sounding like a "thumper," as one reader has called me, but to me marriage is a sacrament. And as a sacrament its lessons, and blessings, should be available to all of God's children.
I had the chance to re-watch The Celluloid Closet this weekend. It's worth seeing again or for the first time. It's a little amusing to watch Armistead Maupin and Gore Vidal and Quentin Crisp and even Susie Bright talk about how closeted everything was, but then when you see the film clips you realize just how hard it was to watch the inevitable suicide of nearly every gay (though they would never say the word) character in film for decades. And the number of times "faggot" is used as an insult, particularly in teen comedies. Sheesh. Go rent it.
Finally, thanks to Don for pointing out that (only in) Alabama, where voters have defined marriage as one man plus one woman, one man did try to marry one woman and still had a little trouble. Okay, he 's a transvestite. But he was biologically a man. Just not man enough for the judge in one Alabama county. Next county over they got married, but I might have a problem with marrying a transvestite because no doubt the "big-ass bow" on the back of most Alabama wedding dresses would look much better on his butt than on mine. That is all.