At last someone else has said it.
From the Sixties on, "marriage" has been a dirty word. Who needs it? Real men don't get married, right? They remain studly and have as much sexual variety as possible.
Real women don't get married, said the feminists. A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. Then came the bumper sticker that told us how much the driver of that car was loving her bachelor life, as if she were superior to us sheep who were so dumb as to practice conventional life and get married.
We don't need a piece of paper, or some stupid religious person with a goofy collar, to tell the world we love each other. We can practice commitment without it. We're not stupid. We don't need to have the state recognize us as an entity, blah blah blah.
The idea of marriage as a social institution was completely beyond their grasp. It got turned into a worthless patriarchal institution meant to keep both parties, but most intensely, the woman, into slaves to some traditional form of social imprisonment.
Along came the gay lobby. "We don't want anything but for people to stop persecuting us," at first, then it became, "We want both lifestyles taught in the schools" and then it was, "We want to change the definition of marriage to include anyone we damn well please."
Gradualism, folks. Gradualism.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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