As you may or may not know, I am a fan of Scott Baio.
Yes, okay, now that you've had your chuckle, quiet down and listen to me.
Scott Baio was in a movie called "Face to Face" and another movie called "Face Value". There aren't very many Scott Baio movies that are easily accessible, so whenever I see one, I am inclinded to SQUEE. There's a certain movie called Face/Off that I've seen on the TV guide, at Blockbuster, etc. I've probably started watching it once or twice, only to realize that Scott Baio is not going to show up, and that I have the wrong movie.
He was also in a movie called "Very Mean Men". The other day, there was a show on called "Very Bad Men", so I watched it. It turned out to be a mini series about bad guys who do bad things. The one they were talking about yesterday was this guy who is/was a serial bigamist.
Webster's Dictionary defines "bigamy" as "the act of entering into a marriage with one person while still legally married to another".
So this guy, for like forty some odd years or something, had a bunch of overlapping marriages.
And I ask… what is so wrong with that?
I mean, they were making this out to be INCREDIBLY AWFUL STUFF.
Now, I only caught the end of it. I would understand if he was abusive or something. But it didn't sound like it. It sounded like he was just marrying a bunch of people.
I just don't get it.
Maybe that's just me. Because I don't particulary, well, I don't want to say I don't believe in it, but I don't believe in marriage. Of course, technically I believe in it, because it happens. It's real. But what does it mean? What does it matter? Why do I need a paper telling me that, yes, I am Mrs. Roger Daltrey? Sure, it's a cool collectible thing. Maybe I'll hang it on my wall, along with my Mrs. Scott Baio paper.
But then again, I feel I have no authority to speak about marriage or love or any of that because I've never been in love. I really hope I'm not truly in love with Keith Moon, because, I'm sorry, Keith, but it's just not going to work out. What with you being… old… and… dead…
I always feel kind of weird writing about politics and stuff on my blog, because I know nothing of anything. And I'm afraid people will think I'm stupid. But I mean, like I said, someone will always disagree with you.
But honestly. I don't understand this!
Hi Roger. I love you. Let's get married. Oh, who's this? Hello Roger's friend Pete. I love you, Pete. Let's get married. Oh, sorry Roger, I married your best friend. Wait, John? I don't believe we've met…
What's wrong with that? So what if I want to marry four people at the same time? I don't see a problem with that. We'll just have to work out a schedule, you know? I'll be with Keith this weekend, and then Roger during the week…
By the way, I'm being sarcastic.
I do understand that if I was on the other end, I would be pretty pissed off.
But I don't understand why the other person must go to jail!
I'm trying to imagine my husband telling me one day that he has another wife/child/donkey that he's never told me about, but it's hard, you know?
Isn't that kind of what happened on Desperate Housewives? With Lynette and Tom and Nora? Sure! I would be super pissed! But I don't see how sending him to jail makes any sense at all.
Ugh. I just don't know. It makes no sense to me.