Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I've Got Your Soul Mate


South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford can't seem to stop talking about Argentina Maria's whip appeal, even though his wife and kids might not welcome the information. I particularly loved his assessment of the situation as a tragic love story, which is not surprising considering that he actually referenced "The Thornbirds" in his goopy mash notes. And how nice of him to say that he would try to fall back in love with his wife even though Maria is his "soul mate."

I'd like to suggest the following for Merriem-Webster:

soul⋅mate
   Pronunciation [sōl-māt]
–noun
1. a romantic partner, usually brand-new, who has not yet been seen in ratty sweats while folding laundry or making annoying throat-clearing noises.
2. an idealized person experienced only in candlelight, high thread-count sheets and swooning emails, far, far away from the daily drudgery of child-rearing and bill-paying.
3. a person who "gets" you, despite not having seen the real you — good, bad and really ugly.


I consider myself a romantic person, and I don't begrudge anyone the magical experience of falling in love. Marriage is hard, and not everybody needs to stay married. Shit happens. What I don't understand is why the governor seems so invested in defending his actions instead of repairing the damage he's done to his family or moving on with what's left of his dignity. If Sanford wants to get a divorce and split for bliss in Argentina, then he needs to do it like a man and accept the consequences — one of which is probably his kids thinking he's a self-absorbed asshat.

On the other hand, he has a real potential as a writer of romance novels.

5 comments:

That Hank said...

Did you read my mom's blog this morning?

E. Peterman said...

No! Link, please!

That Hank said...

http://blessourhearts.blogspot.com
/2009/07/you-cant-make-this-stuff-
up-but.html

Great minds think alike.

E. Peterman said...

"I think Mark Sanford thinks he's found another well. A better well. With sweeter water and an endless supply of it. He should go there, where that water is, and not resign himself and his wife and his sons to some bitter tainted small stream of murky slop out of a weird sense of responsibility." Your mother RULES.

That Hank said...

She sure can write.