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My brief thoughts on marriage

A friend asked if Traditional Marriage supported inequality and dominance of one over another, I answered;
Marriage was never meant for equality, it's a business transaction, ownership and property rights over another.
He then asked if there was any way (IMO) it could be reformed to be positive and a true partnership;
I'm sure there is, something in the best interest of all involved including children and keeping each persons individual and equally important family heritage. I think the answer may come from Gay and Lesbian couples in reforming marriage to be an equal joining and not a hostile takeover.
You have no idea how often (almost daily) a FB friend says something like 'My Husband won't let me do that.' 'My Husband wouldn't like that.' 'My husband will get angry when he finds out.' STILL, in 2010! All this subservient crap! A lady had her car window smashed and purse stolen out of her car at my Daughters work last week, she was TERRIFIED to call her husband and when she did, he started in with the 'Your fault this&that (Obviously, for leaving a purse in VIEW in a car! But that's beside the point) now look at all the trouble this is going to cause us, blah, blah, the lady was crying and upset...I mean for hells sake she'd just got out of a massage & facial,that has happened, and the dick head 'husband' acts like a douche bag! IF it was an 'equal' marriage/partnership, she could have called him, he'd have said, 'dang, honey, I'm on my way, file a police report, we'll get it taken care of. How sucky, I'm sorry, my darling, we'll get your license replaced Monday and I'll call the banks right now while you talk to the police.'
I mean, my mom was always so paranoid driving, if she hit a pothole she'd say, oh, if anything goes wrong with the tires, I know it's all my fault for doing that, I'm going to have to tell your dad.' Then he'd say something like 'you should watch where your driving better, I've told you before, blah, blah' like a kid or a robot you own and sent to the store for milk.

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Anonymous said…
mawwwwage! -princess bride.
I am excited to read your blog and your writings...You are amazing and so friggin smart!

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