Wives!

It is fucking cold here, around 17 degrees outside. My car isn't handling it too well and I have to attend to some domestic chores in a bit. The radio, however, works just fine; Rush Limbaugh is still full of shit!

I have been diving in to HBO On-Demand and was flipping through various shows. Among the ones I have enjoyed as been Big Love. For those who don't know, its about polygamist Mormons. Now, any one who knows me knows I hate me a Mormon long and hard. Alas, its a bias I revel in. A bigotry I embrace. The fact of the mater is that this show is like a fucking car crash: I cannot turn away. The truth--although I feel the Book of Mormon and its followers, teachings, etc...is strict heresy, utter and absolute--is I can totally DIG the idea of plural marriages.

Now, I'm sure KA might have a thing or two to say about this. (Sweetie, I assure you that this subject is purely academic.) But honestly, how would having 3 wives not be entirely badass? I guess this show amazes me because these women totally get along with one another. Or at least they accept the fact they they would have to share a husband. Sure they fight with one another, small power struggles and whatnot, but at the end of the day they abide by their husband. What autonomy! What power!

One wife to cook, one wife to clean, one wive for filthy parent-teacher conference sex. Could you even stand it? Sure, there is the tiny aspect about...well human rights and feminism and such. But if this is the will of a Mormon God, then who are we to deny ourselves, our children and our 3 to 4 wives our chance at salvation!

HBM Out
your so vain