Raking Muck in the Third Millenium

I used to have a sign over my desk in a newspaper office long ago, in Gothic script it read Rake Some Muck Today. In today's world, raking muck is something of a lost art. I may not be able to singlehandedly bring it back, but this is a start.

25 January 2010

Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now

Feminists are not to blame for my having been in a bad marriage. The only reason I'm bringing this up is that Lori Gottlieb wrote a book, Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough. She has been, for some time, warning women not to be too picky. She rejects the notion, posited by Billy Crystal in When Harry Met Sally, that a man named Sheldon can be a great dentist, but can't make a great lover. But, having apparently not heeded her own advice, she finds herself that cliched woman who is "tragically alone." No, Lori, it's not feminism's fault you rejected every guy who liked sports or was born in the Bronx, it was your fault. Just as it was my fault I married a guy who was good with cars and looked great in tight blue jeans who turned out to be a lousy husband. Women tend to be too picky or not picky enough and many of us do it alternately for most of our lives. Sometimes we don't know if we are looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now and sometimes the guy doesn't know which he wants to be. Regardless, it's not feminism's fault or the fault of any other political movement. Once again, we did it to ourselves.

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