My neighbours across the street are getting married today!
Alicia looks like a valkyrie who went to all the best schools, and has a head for business like a CEO. Mike makes frequent business trips to China and spends his off-time tooling around in his cherry-red mint 1965 Mustang convertible.
They have lived in sin (“What sin?” asks Alicia. “I”m to old for that stuff!”) for twenty years. However, Mike recently had some medical trouble when he was in China, and the doctors wouldn’t tell Alicia anything because she ‘wasn’t his wife’.
Feminist rants about chattel and antediluvian notions about what constitutes ‘wifedom’ aside, I’m very happy for them. They love parties and they get to have one, at someone else’s house. “I don’t even have to vaccuum!” said Alicia to me yesterday. Then she was quiet for a moment. “It feels weird. I feel like I should learn to bake or something.”
There’s always room for change.