Cultural Perspective
[Click to read]It's all in how you look at it, I guess.
We've spent a lot of time in this country debating marriage. Who should be married to whom and why. This story adds a dimension to the debate -- um conversation -- that I think is worth a look.
Consider, for a moment, South Africa and the impending nuptials between dead people. Granted, they are dead heterosexual people, but dead nonetheless. Also apparently of no consequence here is the fact that the groom killed the bride and their unborn child before offing himself. I'd bet that the bride is having second thoughts about eternity with this crazy dead guy. Yet... the wedding is on.
Perspective. Cultural norms. Custom and practice. All of these things have to enter into our analysis of social issues, but they also have to enter into our ideas about ourselves. For one group to claim a moral superiority based solely on their own custom being most prevalent is just an example of might making right.
Personally, I like a little more meat to my view point than "That's the way it's always been." For instance, I am not going to support posthumous marriage no matter how many other folks do. That is one band wagon I will not be jumping on. However, this practice does serve to illustrate that there are fewer differences between heterosexual marriage and gay marriage than you might of first imagined. Take a minute to gain another perspective by reading this post, Un-Married, which was written by a friend of mine.
If we're gonna protect marriage, lets protect it from something really scary ~ Dead People.
posted by Girl Ipsa at 9:43 AM
1 Comments:
Terrifying.
Of course, I live in Florida, where anti-gay sentiment is kicked up a notch. See our local adoption laws.
My personal prescription:
Any opponent of any couple in love that's willing to give it a shot despite the odds having their day to try should come on down here and work as a divorce lawyer for a month. The idea that marriage is a sacred institution, to me, is laughable. Most people treat it more like a mental institution, one in need of immediate escape.
I'm always reminded of St. Valentine. The guy was canonized, as I recall, because he was given a dirt nap by the Romans for illicitly performing marriages...I guess the idea was that not marriage, but love for another person so deep as to warrant it, was a thing that, despite the law, was holy
in all respects...oh how things change
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