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PETS TRAGEDIZED
Another reason to oppose gay divorce:
A year after legalising gay marriage, Spain is now seeing its first gay divorce, complete with a custody fight over the couple’s dogs.
It’s always a tragedy for the pets.
Not to mention the awful battles over peanut butter division.
Posted by andycanuck on 2006 06 28 at 01:42 PM • permalinkThe claimant said in a petition that he had dedicated his life to the relationship, giving up a modelling career and abandoning his dog hairdressing business to follow his partner who had found work in France.
Well, I guess we know which one was “the girl” in this relationship. Poor dear. Sounds like
shehe married a cad.Posted by wronwright on 2006 06 28 at 02:55 PM • permalinkWithout reading the article I’ll guess that the ‘dogs’...
Schmaybe dachshunds? Could give a whole new meaning to ‘hiding the wiener’...Posted by tree hugging sister on 2006 06 28 at 04:05 PM • permalinkThe only gay divorce I want to see involves Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
Posted by Eric Jablow on 2006 06 28 at 09:26 PM • permalinkMy Aunt Alice fell in love with her partner when they worked together during WWII; they were only 22. They had been together for 52 years when they both died in 1992.
It was one of the most stable relationships I’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing. Having seen it, it is hard for me to say they didn’t at least deserve the same legal protections. Things that we take for granted were made very difficult or impossible for them; they were constantly made to jump through hoops.
I know that people have their reasons for taking both sides, but I have to come down on the side of Aunt Alice, who lived a courageous life and deserved better at the hands of supposedly good people.
These poor fellows were born both gay and European, talk about getting dealt a bad hand. Still, at least the neighbours can get some sleep now.
Posted by Daniel San on 2006 06 28 at 11:28 PM • permalink#15 - I too am sexually attracted to women. I like to think of myself as an honorary lesbian.
Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2006 06 29 at 12:16 AM • permalinkTim,
You do realize Australia has a homosexual marriage. Trouble is, one of the ladies had to start out a guy. :)
Posted by mythusmage on 2006 06 29 at 09:40 AM • permalink#14 The first gay marriage between Hollywood actors is likely to break the world record for shortest marriage ever.
That’s going to take some doing.Daniel San, SwinishCapitalist, Texas Bob, I’m having all I can do to breathe right now, cuz y’all are pretty durn funny!
Kyda, I agree, there should be some sort of legal protections (or a ban on the stupid rules some institutions inflict) for long-time companions. I’ve known a few couples who qualify, & you don’t have to be a same-sex couple to know what those stupid rules are.
As for the pain of divorce, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It’s an awful thing for supposed ‘grown-ups’ to do to the innocents in their lives - the family across the street has a child AND a dog that are suffering much more than the adults who refuse to suck it up & do the right thing.
Without knowing more about your Aunt Alice and her partner, salty, it is not really my place to comment.
I would venture to say, however, with due respect to you and their memory, that they likely lived their lives with dignity and grace—accepting their lifestyle choice would throw up hurdles and obstacles not of their making, as life does to us all—whatever our choices—and that they did not flaunt their “difference” or expect special treatment from anyone.
If I offend, apologies. I am basing this assumption on what I know of you, their nephew.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2006 06 29 at 06:16 PM • permalinkThanks tim. It’s about time someone spoke out about those filthy dung punchers demanding equal rights. Over your dead body!
You hold the line, son, for our little kiddies sake! It’s the thin end of the wedge poking at our back doors. Tell like it is, oh specious role model, only let it slide out slyly, dribbling out the corner of your mouth.
For yeay, your subtext is righteous: gays are all part of the vast left-wing conspiracy and they need to be bitch-slapped down, or at the very least ridiculed.
Is there no bilge backed by your bigoted masters so idiotic that you won’t jump into lock step with it? You poor sap. God takes pity on your arsehole.
Posted by Miranda Divide on 2006 06 29 at 06:19 PM • permalinkThat’s better, Miranda, but it still lacks the old vim and venom. I guess it’s true—you really can’t go back to the home, or the blogmire, again.
Posted by Andrea Harris, Administrator on 2006 06 29 at 06:34 PM • permalink#28: You’re right, Andrea. MD’s sarcastometer is sputtering pretty badly. Where we look for the dragon’s fiery roar, we get only the raucous squeal of the slowly deflating balloon. Sad case. Whatever became of the days when the practice of invective was an art form, when an arresting phrase or sentence carried a scathing observation so witty that it left the amour propre of its target in a heap of smoking rubble? Gone for good, I suppose.
Whatever became of the days when the practice of invective was an art form, when an arresting phrase or sentence carried a scathing observation so witty that it left the amour propre of its target in a heap of smoking rubble? Gone for good, I suppose.
Au contraire, great one. You’re describing our side of the argument. Miranda/the troll du jour was/were never able to reach those heights.
#26, MentalFloss,
I would venture to say, however, with due respect to you and their memory, that they likely lived their lives with dignity and grace—accepting their lifestyle choice would throw up hurdles and obstacles not of their making, as life does to us all—whatever our choices—and that they did not flaunt their “difference” or expect special treatment from anyone.You are correct in all that you said. I remember a time when that was the way most people conducted themselves, though, it wasn’t anything that differentiated them.
If I offend, apologies. I am basing this assumption on what I know of you, their nephew.
You couldn’t offend me.
I’m not sure how to put this part, however, so I’ll just be a man about it and say it right out: I’m not a nephew, I’m a niece. Considering the nature of this virtual pub we inhabit here, I take it as a compliment that you thought I was a man. My husband, on the other hand, not so much. :^)
#31 Salty, I am abashed.
While I was aware you are a nurse, your experiences as related over, lo, these few months since my first reading your measured, sane responsa for some reason led me to this faux pas (ok, the nickname might have had something to do with it.)
Your husband must count himself lucky indeed.
I’ll stop digging now, as I sense the hole I’ve dug may actually be getting deeper.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2006 06 29 at 10:52 PM • permalink#32, MentalFloss,
You haven’t dug a hole at all. When I said I took it as a compliment that you thought I was a man, I meant it. When you say it was my measured, sane responses that made you think it, I take that as a compliment as well and I thank you.
And no, my life’s experiences aren’t those of the girl next door. Unfortunately, I earned the “saltydog” epithet at a rather young age. Navy bases full of sailors will do that to you. Repeated lathering of the tongue helped stem the impulse, but no one could lather the requisite area of cognition and language in my brain. Being a nurse - and being a Navy nurse - didn’t help at all. Fortunately, as my grandma taught me, age takes care of a multitude of sins. Although I’ve cleaned up my act considerably, the epithet still sticks, along with its sister, “Ironhead”.
Okay, I’m over the shock Salty, really. It’s perfectly okay and I respect your lifestyle choices, if you want to be a woman then I’m cool with that. It’s Paco I’m worried about, now he’s going to have to install womens facilities on the whaler, and that’s not cheap. Also, does this mean I have to wear pants when I post?.
Posted by Daniel San on 2006 06 30 at 03:33 AM • permalinkTexas Bob, You need to put in for some R&R, son.
(Note to Paco: can’t we get the whaler ready a little early, like for a trip to the exotic Arabian Gulf? Just make sure there are cutlasses aplenty with which to fend off the pirates. Then we can keel-haul them and hang them from the yardarm. OR, make them walk the plank. Oooooh. We haven’t talked about walking the plank yet! Anyway, we’ve got guys who could use a good party boat - especially with me in charge of the rum rations. I know it changes the raison d’tre, but there’s a war on.)
Oh, Daniel San, if you want to post in your skivies, that’s fine with me. I grew up in a house full of guys and it doesn’t bother me a bit.
As for the special facilities - don’t be silly. There are no facilities on a whaler, just a hole in a plank that hangs over the water. You’ve heard of a poop deck, haven’t you? It’s that or the old oak bucket, my friend. Besides, Kyda and RebeccaH are women, you know. It won’t be just me.
I bet Paco knows I’m a woman.
This just in- Kyda is a man, and RebeccaH is a spambot!. Just kidding ladies, put down those rolling pins.
“Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman, givin’ all your love to just one man…”Posted by Daniel San on 2006 06 30 at 05:34 AM • permalinksaltydog: I not only thought you was a guy, but for some reason thought you was another former USMC grunt like me. I don’t know where the image came from but ... now I got this pic of you, short stubbly hair, half stogie clamped in jaw, snarl on your face, all like before, but now you’ve gone and added breasts.
I am suddenly disconcerted.
Well Paco, I had no idea. To avoid any confusion in future I demand that all women use obviously feminine netnames such as Hotlips or Sweetcheeks. Now I’m gonna dive for cover.
Posted by Daniel San on 2006 06 30 at 10:11 AM • permalink#39 Salty: The “Ahab’s Revenge” will be sailing under letters of marque, so, in addition to bagging whales, we are at liberty to take prizes - which certainly include pirate ships, inflatable rafts used by Hamas, and Iranian gunboats. Daily walking of the plank, keel hauling, and flogging around the fleet will fill out the customary social activities (shuffleboard, badminton and the evening billiards contest in the first class saloon). And don’t forget: the person who harpoons the most whales each day gets to sit at the captain’s table for dinner (I’m the captain, incidentally; look for the fellow dressed in the Bolivian admiral’s uniform).
#42, Grimmy,
now I got this pic of you, short stubbly hair, half stogie clamped in jaw, snarl on your face, all like before, but now you’ve gone and added breasts.
Yeah, so what’s your point. You don’t like breasts?
And I’m USN, not USMC.
#44. TexasBob,
HA! I thought I recognized the symptoms. You’re letting yourself think about it too early, boy. You keep your head down, watch your back, and R&R will be here before you know it.
#48 Saltydog: No offense intended ma’am. I just got confused for a minute. Not having pics or names to go with the tags, a body tends to make assumptions. And with your often “clean kill” direct manner of speaking I’d formed the mental pic amalgam of those men I’d known that’d say “that’s how it is and if you want to disagree, we can fight, no problem” all with a big ol’ smile on their mugs and a twinkle in their eye that let you know they really hoped you’d take em up on the offer to fight.
But, to answer your question. Breasts? Love em. Well, actually I would love em, but most of them what has em, are smart enough not to let me near them.
#50, Grimmy,
No offense taken. My “style” was honed on Navy bases and in childhood quarters full of older brothers - 4 of them. My mom died when I was only two; my sister was the child of my father’s second marriage and was younger than the rest of us. I never had a chance.
My hair is very short, but I gave up the stogies years ago and I never had to shave until I went through menopause. I guess I still maintain a military bearing despite my infirmity, because the last time I took some books to the USO at the airport, the guy behind the desk took one look, handed me the sign-in sheet, and told me he needed to see my ID. Made me feel right proud.
Too bad about the breast thing.
Salty, as a snipe on “The Mighty Chi” (USS Chicago CG-11, flagship COMCRUDESPAC) ‘72-‘75, the only nicknames I ever got were “Books” (always had my nose stuck in one); “The Mouth” (my repartee usually resulted in first a puzzled expression on my target’s face, quickly followed by a fist to my jaw as comprehension dawned); and, finally, “Waters”, because nobody—I mean nobody—could run the twin desalination plants like I could.
Consistently pure water kept the BT’s happy, the crew happy, and I could lean back on watch (nose in book) with only the occasional glance at the gauges or a slight tweak of a valve or two.
Shellback, Golden Dragon, Order of the Ditch—none meant more to me than “Waters”, for the simple reason that they pretty much left me alone after that.
Posted by MentalFloss on 2006 06 30 at 07:35 PM • permalinkI see the mutual admiration society is in full bloom. :)
Posted by mythusmage on 2006 06 30 at 10:01 PM • permalinkThis thread has pretty well run its course but I have to confess it: saltydog, me too.
Never occurred to me that you might be a porthole and not a mast.Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2006 07 02 at 06:37 AM • permalink
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