SHE'S A BRICK... HOUSE!

IMOL(R*) w/ ReVi and IlAf

My good friend JoFa is getting married this weekend. It's made me think a lot about the institution, I confess. After a weekend of Scandinavian rock-n-roll (Datarock of Norway on Friday and the Swedes of A Camp on Sunday), I thought maybe I should watch Mama Mia and round it all out with a good laugh. Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth and Meryl Streep singing, I mean, c'mon you can't write a better comedy than that. Anyway, the movie's about a wedding, right... and Meryl Streep plays a licentiously lascivious woman (slut) who'd slept with 3 guys in one summer and didn't have protected sex with any one of them, and these three guys (years later) come to the wedding that the movie is based around, the wedding of a girl who's the daughter of one of these 3 men. DOUBLE SPOILER ALERT: this movie sucked harder than Kevin Costner's Swing Vote, but much like Swing Vote where you don't find out who wins the election, you won't ever find out who the girl's father is. I hate these kinds of endings which leave you so dissatisfied...

Which brings me back to the institution of marriage. END SPOILER. Marriage is supposed to be about true love. But honestly, what the fuck does that mean? JoFa and his fiance are well-matched, and I'm happy for them. This may be the first wedding in a long while, actually, where I will look at them during the ceremony and think that they will be together for the rest of their lives... as opposed to taking odds on the number of years before the divorce. Yeah, the family law thing may have made me a bit more cynical, but I'm still looking... for that "lost other half" of mine, the yang to my yin, the tonic to my gin, whatever. I'm losing faith though and coming to the conclusion that true love is either a myth or just not for everyone...

Ergo - I've decided to fight for the polygamists of the world. Maybe Mama Meryl Mia had it right.