I just saw a Kansas City Star newspaper. Headline in huge print "12 miners found alive after 41 hours".

I've heard this aphorism called the Ted Kennedy Corrollary: "Tell the bad news soonest and in as much detail as possible." (Meaning that Chappaquiddick wouldn't have been such a big honking follow-the-rest-of-his-career deal if he'd told the first rescuer that Kopechne was in the jeep, even though she was surely dead and beyond help by then.)

My mom has pretty much always made more money than my dad, and has more education than he does, too. AND she was higher-class when they met. It's worked out OK for the past nearly-forty years. (Nearly 40! Eek.)

I have to say, some of my parents' big relationship issues were related in some way to differing levels of education, the priority they put on things like education, their learned financial behavior...IOW, a lot of things that basically came down to class backgrounds. And that was true a long time before my mom started making more money. (Though by that point, it wasn't about numbers so much as the strain of one career in its ascendency while the other was backsliding.)

Money is the biggest (or maybe one of the top three; it's been a long time since I took Soc. Marriage) issue in marriages, across socio-economic lines, even when the couple are from the same sort of background, have the same level of education, and income.

Hey, I'd be happy to support an artist and/or musician husband whom I thought was talented (or amusing). Even better if he likes to clean the house in order to relax.

And at least looks like or IS Hugh Dillon.

It's funny to think about my parents, because when they met, their respective families probably had similar amounts of money even by then. But my mother's family had been rich, and my father's family had been poor, and all of my grandparents kept a lot of their childhood attitudes their whole lives.

I'm the best daughter ever. I'm finagled my dad a poster of this [link] ,which he'd recently admired.

I made it all the way to 1pm without feeling the need to cut somebody.

I made it all the way to 1pm without feeling the need to cut somebody.

2006 is gonna rock!

Hey, I'd be happy to support an artist and/or musician husband whom I thought was talented (or amusing).

Sure. But the support-an-artist model is a pretty well accepted one, where the supportee's (supposed) genius gives them a social standing above their income. The same often applies for the whole class of Educated People Without Paychecks To Match (academics, clergy, Mother Teresa if she were a marriageable guy....) It's a lot more rare to support a gas-station attendant because he gives good foot rubs.