No, I have not read The Times this morning.
"Well, I really think you should read this article. It's called 'Shaking Off the Shame.'"
Instantly thrown into the holiday family dynamics, I assumed the obvious. "What is it? Some article about rehab or childless women in their 30's? Jesus, Mom! You know, I don't really appreciate..."
My mother took another sip of her coffee. "Relax Beth. Shaking Off the Shame is about first cousins who fall in love."
Instantly, I grabbed it from her hands. "Oh my God, how fabulous!"
First of all, don't shake off the shame. Be shameful. You should be ashamed. One woman in the article was worried people would think she'd married her first cousin because that's all she could get. As Melissa stated later, "Duh."
This was also the same woman who referred to her spouse as her "cusband."
All weekend long, I've been working "cusband" into conversations. Everyone I encounter has a very love/hate relationship with "cusband." On one hand, good for you, Redneck, for finding the clever in the chromosomes. On the other hand, this isn't funny. Your kids have tails.
I pointed out to Brock that one couple had a framed photo of their mutual grandparents on display in their home. Brock'd been busy creating upscale bar snacks during the conversation but that little tidbit sucked him in. "Ewww! That's sick! They have the same grandparents! The horror!"
I continued. "She compared it to gay people wanting to get married."
"Yeah." Brock said. "Gay cousins."
Cusbands et al are perfectly legal in a whopping 25 states, as opposed to 5 states allowing same-sex marriage, which gives you a little clue as to who's still in charge of lawmaking in this fine country.
But far more importantly, what do the cusbands call their wives? Wousins?
Read the article HERE...