“Defendants argued that…heterosexual married couples provide the optimal environment for…children. The Court rejects this rationale.”
— feministlibrarian (@feministlib) March 22, 2014
“While the justices recognized the state’s expansive power in the realm of domestic relations, they also noted…this power has its limits.”
— feministlibrarian (@feministlib) March 22, 2014
Judge Friedman also turned up the snark to full volume by pointing out, in a quote too long to excerpt on Twitter, that:
Taking the state defendants’ position to its logical conclusion, the empirical evidence at hand should require that only rich, educated, suburban-dwelling, married Asians may marry, to the exclusion of all other heterosexual couples. Obviously the state has not adopted this policy and with good reason. The absurdity of such a requirement is self-evident. Optimal academic outcomes for children cannot logically dictate which groups may marry.
As of this writing, Michigan marriage licenses for same-sex couples are on hold until further review, but it’s worth noting that Friedman himself didn’t issue the stay — I think it’s pretty clear he’s had enough of these anti-gay shenanigans.
And finally, for anyone who missed it on Twitter and Facebook, my father wrote a lovely obituary for my grandmother (his mom) which appeared in the local paper this past Wednesday.
I woke up this morning to the news that Pete Seeger had passed away at the age of 94. As a child of the 1980s, Pete Seeger was one of the musicians of my childhood. In his memory, here is a performance of the story-song Abiyoyo from another cultural artifact of my childhood, “Reading Rainbow”.
I hope generations upon generations of children to come grow up enjoying Seeger’s music … and learning the often-radical messages within the stories he tells.
Last week I shared a video of Teazle perched on the drying rack in our living room and snatching a little stuffed critter from the bookshelf. Since this is not one of her toys, we moved the critter to the top shelf of the bookcase and moved the drying rack away from the shelving.
Since then she’s been doing complex mathematical modeling in her tiny kitty brain, and tonight she put her latest model to the test.
We’ve been chilling at home a lot the past two weeks, even more than usual, due to Hanna’s convalescence (she’s on the mend, but under strict instruction to keep on resting through the weekend).
The cats are delighted. Also worried. Worrlighted?
Gerry has decided, around the third anniversary of her joining our family, to become an intensely human-centric companion. As I type this, she is hunkered down between me and Hanna on the bed.
Teazle, on the other hand, has gone the opposite route: instead of crowding closer, she’s taken the opportunity to get up to no good. She’s like her own walking, talking marauder’s map.
She’s so proud.
Here it is in video form:
Hanna’s in the third week of what’s just been formally diagnosed as bronchitis, so between her feeling crap and me keeping the household running (and Gerry getting a cold somewhere in there) none of us have a lot of energy for much beyond work except watching telly.
Thank the goddess for WGBH.
One thing we’ve gotten sucked into is Last Tango in Halifax. Let’s just say we stopped by for Derek Jacobi and hung around for the lesbian sex (NO REALLY).
And then on a lighter note:
The Cafe is a truly delightful little twenty-minute comedy about the denizens of a small seaside village in southwest England. I think my favorite episode might be the one featuring the Hellboy living statue…
Meanwhile, we’re thinking good thoughts for all of our friends and fellow citizens affected by the government shutdown (not surprisingly, a fair number of museums, archives, and other cultural institutions are federally funded) and hoping the anti-ACA faction don’t get their way at the expense of the rest of the world.
More when things are a bit less of a muchness around here.
We’re still on holiday, so here are some one-minute videos of Houdini being adorable.
Our own cat-sitter, a colleague of mine, remarked on Tuesday when we crossed paths at work that Hanna and I don’t actually have two cats: “You have a watch dog and a squirrel!” she said.
I thought the descriptions were apt.
Houdini vs. the Human II (Big Scary Hand)
Houdini vs. His First Jingle Ball
(thanks to Hanna for the link!)
On Wednesday, local time, the New Zealand House of
Commons Representatives passed a bill allowing same-sex marriage (they have had civil unions for same-sex couples since 2005).
Upon declaration of the passage of the bill, the chamber burst into song. Here is a video, which I think is adorable and absolutely made my day.
Congratulations New Zealanders of all sexual identities and relationship types!
cross-posted at the family scholars blog.
… not one of ours, sadly. Though I imagine Teazle would be totally into boxing herself. And then immediately climbing out again. And then back in. And then out. And then in. And then … well, you get the idea.
But I thought for a Wednesday in mid-December, this video was just about right.
Hope everyone’s week is going well, and I’m looking forward to having some time to post toward the end of the month. The holiday season is upon us — can you believe it’s almost 2013?
We live in the future, people!