Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. Marriage is dark and deep.  Did you know that pandas have a hell of a time mating in captivity? Some big-ass thinkers have even said the creative pulse is suffocated. -Marriage… You did it by your own volition. Last week was all about the praises of true, deep, maddening, earthshattering love. Today, What’s to hate about Valentine’s Day?
It’s a sham. It doesn’t exist. It is your parents.
It’s a scam, that is what it is. It is a scam to subjugate the second sex.
You bought into it, you with your bright future and career, between Simone the Beauvoir’s Legacy and the Woman Destroyed, you chose the latter. A white dress and chastity of mind, body, and spirit, until death do you part. The white dress is enticing, that is what all the messages say. They lure you into the dress, binding your hands, but not your senses. You are wide awake as it’s happening, the words come out easily as you are watching from above and below. Your body reacts, but it is too late, real censorship kicks in as your new identity is forced on you. The contract is modern but the institution is medieval.
Welcome to your life as wife.
Hidden away behind social conventions and oppressive laments, silent laments. Hysterical laments. Writing in the dark by moonlight. Harboring the desire of freedom while meditating in an enclosure of what you actually thought was your own design. It was not. Feeble minds of the young, unenlightened, lacking that special ingredient that would have saved them. Experience.
Is what I would say… if marriage weren’t such a wonderful thing. The true meeting of love and partnership, an endless endeavor to mutually pleasure each other and enjoy the honey drizzling from life’s lips. Isn’t it true that is why so many people get married? Bless you Saint Valentine for defending the institution and the right to marry. Let us remember thee as we shower our spouses with love and affection and passion, mountainous warm and, illuminating love surrounding each other.
When I told my student my plan for this episode, she astutely answered… Schopenhauer basically said that marriage is where love goes to die. Thank you, what a great corollary for the second installment of Musing Interruptus and our Valentine’s Special.
A losing game on all ends. The most expensive of self-impositions. Control is masked by romance and passion. Our own bodies against ourselves. Beware of the flood of endorphins and oxytocin. They are drugs and you will go into withdrawal. Rage if you are lucky. Reapropriaton and recolonization of your body and thoughts. Liberation, design and, creation. You never knew freedom had this value. Aprés moi le deluge.
Are you married? Have you read The Second Sex and A Woman Destroyed? Did you read it before getting married? How are you liking it? I’m listening.

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