Mailvox: no one expects the marital inquisition!

There’s been a lot of email like this today, thanks to the Lew Rockwell link. Note to PR’s kids – don’t make a big deal about your parents’ 50th anniversary!

Could I perhaps comment on your article ‘Stay Single Young Man’. Sadly I am not a young man and have been married for probably longer than you have been alive. However, your sentiments and message are something I emphatically support. I feel desperate for young men and want them so much not to make the same mistake as I did. Those I meet I try to warn but it is a uphill task. All I can do is to tell them and you that there is nothing in marriage for a man. You might ask why I did it. My answer is that it was not my idea. I was just maneuvered and coerced into what was expected without wanting it at all. Men are easily manipulated when they are in their twenties and suffering from being sexually charged.

Being married is like having your own private torturer. It is the death of your very self as you become no more than a wage earner put to the task of supporting a womans dreams. Of course the man always fails – forever condemned for being inadequate in only providing ninety percent of what is being demanded.

I know that not all marriages turn out like this, but it is important for young men to understand that many do. Also, the changes our society has undergone has greatly improved the chances that you will never be capable of providing the woman you marry with the happiness she believes is hers by right.

This quote which purports to be from a woman’s discussion forum may help demonstrate that your expectations and hers are unlikely to be in perfect alignment: “My second husband and I were pregnant and happy. He has 3 children from a prior marriage, and all seemed peaceful. His ex wife, upon learning he was having a child with me engaged an attorney and upped the child support to the point where half of his income after taxes is being paid to her.

Now, instead of being able to stay home with my new daughter, I will have to go to work to support her. And if it ever goes bad in my marriage, I will receive very little support…. This is what I am thinking. Maybe just cash out now, sell the house at some point, and let him pay until the inheritance hits. In the meantime, I can remarry, after a little “playtime”. I do feel like he promised me happiness and now it is all just sadness and I have to work.

Notice that he didn’t actually promise her happiness, but the mere feeling that he did is rationalization for a divorce. This guy can certainly pick them, can’t he! So, cheer up, PR, it quite obviously could be worse.

Personal instruction and indifference

The New York Times reports on what they’re learning in the public schools:

harges filed yesterday against a math teacher in Brooklyn were the latest in a string of five cases said to have involved criminal or inappropriate behavior by school employees that have stunned parents and school officials.

The teacher, Joanna Hernandez, 27, surrendered to face misdemeanor charges of kissing one of her students, a 15-year-old boy, in an empty classroom at Intermediate School 55 in Brownsville during school hours, the police said.

How very shocking! Again! The inability of parents to pay any attention whatsoever to what’s going on in their children’s schools is astounding. The great appreciation expressed by those living in a wealthy Minneapolis neighborhood for a new school in their area – none of them actually know anything about the curriculum, but the brick is pretty and the teachers are all SO very nice – was not even dented when one of the school’s most highly regarded teachers was recently arrested for attempted murder.

This isn’t denial, it’s indifference. I don’t know how I can put this any more plainly. If your child is in a public school for any reason except your poverty,you’re either clueless or uncaring. And no, you almost surely don’t love your child as much as those who are willing to put them ahead of the leased BMW, the new Toyota minivan or the twice-yearly vacations.

Hollywood bastards

A Hitchhiker’s review, courtesy of the OC:

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie is bad. Really bad. You just won’t believe how vastly, staggeringly, jaw-droppingly bad it is. I mean, you might think that The Phantom Menace was a hopelessly misguided attempt to reinvent a much-loved franchise by people who, though well-intentioned, completely failed to understand what made the original popular – but that’s just peanuts to the Hitchhiker’s movie. Listen.

And so on…

It’s bad on a big scale because enormous swathes of the story have been dispensed with – most of the Guide entries, whole scenes – or changed beyond all recognition. And it is bad on a small scale because many, many wonderful lines have been cut or in some cases actually rewritten to make them less funny. Whatever your favourite line from Hitchhiker’s, there’s a good chance that it won’t be in the film. Even if it’s really well-known, widely-quoted, much-loved, very funny – it will probably be absent from the movie. Or if it is there, it might have been changed.

I cannot even describe how deeply I loathe Hollywood. The baseless arrogance of those cretinous idiots who think they can tell a story better than the master storytellers is just sickening.

Thank God for Peter Jackson. He alone has proved himself worthy of his source material.

I, Roomba

So, we got our first robot this week. If you think marriage was in trouble thanks to homosexual nuptuals, well, Western civilization hasn’t seen anything yet. This fat, oversized frisbee does a better job of vaccuuming a room than I’d expected; if it isn’t necessarily up to female expectations of housecleanliness, well, neither am I.

A little bit of preparation goes a long way, and even if it has a tough time with the larger dust bunnies – which in all fairness should more rightly be designated mutant dust hares on steroids – as Space Bunny pointed out, the ease of letting Roomba do her little robot dance means that they’re less likely to build up in the first place.

Even if it didn’t work, the entertainment value is surprisingly high, especially if you factor in the inclusion of an increasingly alarmed 95-pound Ridgeback among the spectators. But it does work, and I’m now eagerly anticipating the inevitable introduction of Moppa, a Roomba companion with soap-and-water functionality.

We actually have a household robot. How cool is that!