sthomson
Muse
- Joined
- Sep 7, 2007
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I worry about the poor schmuck who finds out too late that he has married a frigid, gold-digging shrew; when out of nowhere comes this lovely beacon of light and hope, promising a brief yet tawdry surcease from his oppressive existence, only to find out that he has once again exchanged a moment's comfort for a lifetime of economic slavery.
To play devil's advocate, I worry about the poor sensitive soul who finds out too late that she has married an abusive, controlling ******* who continually refuses to divorce her and threatens to leave her penniless; when out of nowhere comes this lovely beacon of light and hope, promising to bring a just end to the hopeless cycle of abuse, only to find out that her actions will be mocked and mischaracterized by pretty much every unsympathetic troll in the whole world.