I am issuing a restrained congratulations to Cynthia Nixon, who announced her engagement to her girlfriend, Christine Marinoni, over the weekend while campaigning for same-sex marriage in New York. The congratulations is restrained because, although I am very excited for the happy couple and very much believe that any consenting adult should have the right to marry any other consenting adult, I don’t understand why anyone would want to marry a consenting adult who looks like a 12-year-old boy from an Adam Sandler film. But, hey, to each his own, right?
Congrats to Cynthia and Christine! I very much hope you two have the opportunity to wed in New York in the near future.
This got me thinking. Two of my friends here in Seattle got married over the weekend in New York City. They got back last night and showed me the photos today. It was a gorgeous and private wedding in Central Park, complete with a romantic carriage ride. They both came back glowing. They’ve been a couple for five years, they complement each other perfectly, they respect and honor and care for one another, and one of them is black and the other is white. In 1948, New York would have been one of a handful of U.S. states in which they could have been legally married. It was 1967 before all U.S. states allowed interracial marriage. When we look back on that today, it seems insane and ancient that we would have laws prohibiting a beautiful, loving couple like my friends from getting married. It is my hope that, to my children, bans on same-sex marriage will seem equally distant and silly.