Well, maybe it was an old stone and recycled paper.
No, that's the thing. It wasn't. It's actually set in my grandmother's setting, but they got a new stone. From DeBeers. Slavery and rape of the environment. What a nice foundation for a "marriage".
Marriage is a patriarchal sham that continues to oppress women. (1) The father "gives away" the bride -- what's up with that? Is she his property to be given to another human being? Hello, Oedipus! (2) The wife takes the husband's name, which, hello! Why can't the *husband* take the *wife's* name? (Although, really, the wife's name is actually her father's name, so it's all one big patriarchal gang-bang of nomenclature.) (3) Jane Smith suddenly becomes Mrs. John Doe -- what's up with that? Why does she suddenly lose her identity? (4) "You may kiss the bride"? How about "You may kiss the husband"?!? (5) Oh, and don't EVEN get me started on the garter toss....
t blows kisses to Cindy....
t hopes everyone gets that I was just extending Cindy's satire....
The problem with getting up at 5am and washing dishes and doing laundry and other great stuff like that is that you're ready for a nap by 11:30 am. Send nap mats now!
a) There is no greater name than "bang sticks" except perhaps "Budreaux's Butt Paste" but that's for a totally different substance.
b) I prefer my oatmeal cookies without raisins, but raisins in oatmeal cookies are not wrong, the way chocolate in oatmeal cookies is wrong.
c) What's wrongest is flea's abomination of both raisins and chocolate in oatmeal cookies.
Clearly.
except perhaps "Budreaux's Butt Paste" but that's for a totally different substance.
Oh, hey, my parents totally know the guy who created Boudreaux's Butt Paste.
The wife takes the husband's name, which, hello! Why can't the *husband* take the *wife's* name? (Although, really, the wife's name is actually her father's name, so it's all one big patriarchal gang-bang of nomenclature.)
The best solution I ever heard to this was a couple who held a big bride's side vs. groom's side softball game on the morning of the wedding, loser takes winner's name.
t /random
I feel that chocolate is a big bully in most recipes. Stick any amount of chocolate into a sweet recipe and it muscles its way to the front.
It's a diva, it's a star, it refuses to play second fiddle to anything. You put a couple of chocolate chips in an oatmeal cookie and they sit there in your mouth shouting: "I'm still big, it's the cookies that got small!".
Raisins know how to work in an ensemble. I can work with Raisins.
Oh, hey, my parents totally know the guy who created Boudreaux's Butt Paste.
It just induces Mad love! I have never even seen it. Cashmere has mentioned it a couple of times, and it nearly makes me want to have another baby (until I think about being pregnant, giving birth, and living through the toddler years). I used Balmex, but I totally would have bought Boudreaux's Butt Paste, on name alone.
Dana, totally off the Butt Paste topic, but how are your parents doing? Were they able to go back to stay in their old house? Do they still have a lot of work left to do?
It's a diva, it's a star, it refuses to play second fiddle to anything.
Damn straight!
This is why I am CONSTANTLY denied chocolate macaroons. By Tom. Who is mean.
