Schmatas, a case for same sex marriage

Finally NJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally posted 2010

part 1 of 3

I am far off my main topic today, the issue of whether gays should be able to marry on the Ocean Grove boardwalk. That's not my concern since the topic of marriage is so fraught with and compromised with value issues, issues of ownership and relationship. I think the topic is best to avoid and what else, if nothing else, is neurosis good for, if not to avoid topics that are uncomfortable. But more to the point and closer to my level of appreciation is the issue of walking down the boardwalk in a schmata. As most people should know, a schmata is a rag that became a house dress.  (Miraculous transformation - not.) My mother wore them. She would even customize her schmatas by tearing out any sleeves that were nicely sewn in and sewing stitches around the gaping armhole she left in its place. Her needlework reminded one of Dr. Frankenstein's handiwork on his walking corpse of a monster. (Frankenstein's monster wasn't as charming as a golem. (A subject for another day.

part 2 of 3     

Warning. Corrugated sentences to follow.

Is it more important to challenge the freedom to marry the person of the same sex on the boardwalk when, as many know, at low tide the stink of seagull poop and dried Sargasso can challenge anyone's nostrils, or to protect the unarmed public from the view of anyone walking down the boardwalk in a schmata?  I think a net that can prevent that from entering the hallowed grounds, air and boards of Ocean Grove should take precedence over whether or not two people wish to bond and subject themselves to the convention of being conventional and nonconventional in a conventional world while challenging the convention and aping the convention simultaneously; as if locked in embracing funhouse mirrors, in a possibly limiting or expanding role of their relationship, is far less important for the actual direct aesthetic benefit that could be had from limiting schmata wearing on the boards.

part 3 of 3   

As I am reminded of my mother's schmatas, or schmatas of the past, I am also reminded that any two women can choose, at any time, to walk down the Ocean Grove boardwalk,

arms linked in intimacy, wearing schmatas, and apparently nobody can stop them.  If this doesn't show the impoverished and impotent ability of the Homeland Security Act, what does?  Our way of life is threatened by schmatas and everyone should know of this danger.