I just love it when the folks who claim to be pro-life show their true colors. Watch the following short video and try to concentrate not on the expression of horrible meanness and complete lack of intellectual ability on Ron Paul’s face but on the reaction of the audience:
Why is a creature like Ron Paul even running for anything? Why are there people who think it’s acceptable to scream, “Yeah, let him die” and just continue living with themselves? What’s wrong with everybody?
This post by Spanish prof made me think of a conversation I once had with one of my favorite professors of English literature.
“I’ve been getting so worried lately,” she said. “I used to get a lot of inter-university mail in my mailbox but then it started to dry up. I never get invited to departmental meetings, nobody informs me of events that are being organized, I never get any mail at all any more. I felt like everybody was just snubbing me out of spite. And do you have any idea what I just discovered? It turns out that we are now being sent all of this information by email. I even have an email address of my own assigned to me. I checked it, and it’s filled with hundreds of those email messages. This is very annoying to me. Why do people have to adopt all these new-fangled inventions?”
This speech was delivered in the British public school accent, which made it even better.
The conversation took place in 2005, in case anybody is wondering.
However, when I hear of “spousal support” or alimony to former wives and husbands, I’m appalled. What is it with the idea that one able-bodied individual should support another able-bodied adult because they used to have sex together? This is just ridiculous.
The argument that a person should be entitled to “the same standard of living” upon divorce as they had while being married is patently ludicrous. Say, a person gets accustomed to a very vigorous and regular sex life in marriage. Should the partner who decides to leave them be obligated still to have sex with the partner who is being left to maintain the same standards of sexual satisfaction in the abandoned ex-spouse?
Look what Wikipedia has to say on the subject in what concerns the US:
In Massachusetts, Mississippi, Texas and Tennessee, for example, there are 135 Appellate cases in addition to 47 sections of State Statute that shape divorce law. As a result of these Appellate Cases, for example, Massachusetts and Mississippi judges cannot order an end date to any alimony award. Most alimony awards in the states are made for life usually regardless of the length of the marriage or civil union (for marriages or civil unions over 10 years).
No end date? For life? What is this if not a blatant attempt by the government to coerce people into not getting divorced?
I think that there should never be any question of people paying a dime to anybody they used to be married to after the separation and the divorce. And I say this as a woman who was a struggling student when she got divorced from a man who was extremely highly paid (I mean, seriously, very very highly paid) at the time.
This isn’t about child support, of course. Child support is sacred. But alimony must go.
A student interrupts my lecture and asks anxiously, “How come what you are saying is different from what it says in the textbook?”
(Our textbook is written by Carlos Fuentes, a great Mexican writer, whose perspective on Hispanic Civilization is understandably different from mine.)
“Remember how I told you guys at the beginning of the semester that my goal is to introduce you to different perspectives so that you can reach your own conclusions?” I ask. “My goal is not to teach you the right way to think about these issues. I aim to provide you with tools that will allow you to figure out what you think about the subjects we discuss.”
After a pause, another student suggests, “Maybe you should just go ahead and tell us the correct opinions.”
I really like observing scenes from American family life because they are so different from what I’m used to.
A colleague is greeting guests who have arrived at her house for a visit. As she is doing it, her kid keeps tugging on her sleeve pretty hard.
“Mom! MOOOM!! MOOOOOOOM!!” the kid repeats loudly while the mother is telling the guests she is happy to have them over.
The mother interrupts herself, turns to the kid, and with a truly angelic patience asks, “Yes, sweetie. What can I do for you?”
“Open this bottle of Pepsi,” the kid says.
The mother opens it and continues the conversation.
Can anybody guess how old the kid in question is?
Fourteen. Years old, that is. Not fourteen months. Years.
When I imagine acting like that in front of my mother at any age, my blood runs cold.
So I don’t know how I feel about this. On the one hand, I truly admire the mother’s patience and love for the kid. On the other hand, I’m perplexed because, culturally, I’m completely unprepared for this kind of thing. I know that if I were the parent in this situation, I would not be kind or understanding. I’d be livid.