We have a winner!
What do you call a male partner in a homosexual "marriage" and a female partner in a lesbian “marriage”? We asked that question Monday after the Associated Press took it upon themselves to dub the late Congressman Gerry Studds’s partner, Dean Hara, Studds’s “husband.” (We wondered if, by not calling Hara Sudds’s “wife,” they knew something about the relationship that we didn’t.)
Well, now the Washington Post publishes this story today: “No Death Benefits for Studds’s Spouse.” It seems the Defense of Marriage Act passed by Congress 10 years ago bars the government from recognizing the Studds-Hara Massachusetts marriage. But notice what the Post called Hara: “Studds’s Spouse.”
Well, “spouse” is, in fact, kind of a unisex designator. Gee, we wonder what rocket scientist figured that one out? Well, if you look closely, this was actually a wire service story—from guess who? Yep. The Associated Press. Ah-ha. We gather that the original “husband” obit raised a few more eyebrows than just ours, and even the avant garde mediocrats over at the AP had to backpedal a bit. Some of these people have been drinking the Kool-Aid so long they’ve lost their reality factor. If they ever had one. . .
For the rest of us, we might just have fallen upon a brand-new simile for the 21st century: “As phony as a Massachusetts marriage.”
Walking the dog
The other tidbit that came out of the Studds story was the cause of death. What the former congressman succumbed to while walking his dog: Blood clots. Yikes! Yes, doctor. We’re taking our coumadin like a good boy. Oh yes, we are.
Seriously, the DVT (deep-vein thrombosis) clinic called the Roscoe today to report that maybe we can resume walking the dog. That blood draw from Monday that showed us to be so off the charts in anti-clotting factor that a nosebleed could be life-threatening might have been a fluke. The Tuesday numbers were only fractionally out of the good range.
Whew! So, back to work, it is. We really were getting a bit tired of plodding through all those back issues of National Geographic. (However, we did manage to master some mean new licks on the mandolin. . .)
Roscoe’s best
Our little sis, Stacy, does so many cool things—counseling, podcasting, several blogs, on-line book reviews—that we about can’t keep up with it all. So, we’re trying to remedy that with a brand new link to her main blog, Stacy L. Harp. We highly recommend making her part of your regular browse.
Well, now the Washington Post publishes this story today: “No Death Benefits for Studds’s Spouse.” It seems the Defense of Marriage Act passed by Congress 10 years ago bars the government from recognizing the Studds-Hara Massachusetts marriage. But notice what the Post called Hara: “Studds’s Spouse.”
Well, “spouse” is, in fact, kind of a unisex designator. Gee, we wonder what rocket scientist figured that one out? Well, if you look closely, this was actually a wire service story—from guess who? Yep. The Associated Press. Ah-ha. We gather that the original “husband” obit raised a few more eyebrows than just ours, and even the avant garde mediocrats over at the AP had to backpedal a bit. Some of these people have been drinking the Kool-Aid so long they’ve lost their reality factor. If they ever had one. . .
For the rest of us, we might just have fallen upon a brand-new simile for the 21st century: “As phony as a Massachusetts marriage.”
Walking the dog
The other tidbit that came out of the Studds story was the cause of death. What the former congressman succumbed to while walking his dog: Blood clots. Yikes! Yes, doctor. We’re taking our coumadin like a good boy. Oh yes, we are.
Seriously, the DVT (deep-vein thrombosis) clinic called the Roscoe today to report that maybe we can resume walking the dog. That blood draw from Monday that showed us to be so off the charts in anti-clotting factor that a nosebleed could be life-threatening might have been a fluke. The Tuesday numbers were only fractionally out of the good range.
Whew! So, back to work, it is. We really were getting a bit tired of plodding through all those back issues of National Geographic. (However, we did manage to master some mean new licks on the mandolin. . .)
Roscoe’s best
Our little sis, Stacy, does so many cool things—counseling, podcasting, several blogs, on-line book reviews—that we about can’t keep up with it all. So, we’re trying to remedy that with a brand new link to her main blog, Stacy L. Harp. We highly recommend making her part of your regular browse.
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