somewhat disconnected

Last week Worthless Word for the Day presented me with "bundling": a sort of nineteenth-century country custom entailing an unmarried couple sharing the same bed without undressing. Call me paranoid, but that seems to me to be an elaborate exercise in self-deceptive wishful thinking. Only cats, family and heterosexual girlfriends are exempt from #7 on my List Of Rules For Life, which is "never share a bed with anyone you're not planning to have passionate sex with practically immediately."

And, while we're on the subject of feminist ranting, the Religious Right strikes again: a vaccine has been developed for the human papilloma virus, which causes cervical cancer, the second most dangerous cancer for women. Religious groups are opposing widespread use of the vaccine on the grounds that it will encourage promiscuity. I spit.

On a happier note, strawberryfrog and short_mort had a dashed good wedding on Saturday: small, unconventional, genuine and in a very beautiful setting. I caught up with bunches of the Old CLAW Guard on whom I have not set eyes in years, in some cases ten or more. I have to add, the bride's bright red dress, with corset, was wonderful, and strawberryfrog looks very dashing in a top hat and tails. A pity he and the best man had removed their sideburns, aka face hamsters, they would have completed the Edwardian look no end.

In an abrupt about-face, I have to go to a funeral now. I am very sad to report that my Evil Landlord's father died last week, after a long illness and a major operation. While the EL is being German and stiff-upper-lip about it, There Shall Be Moral Support.