It's probably not too surprising that I haven't missed Las Vegas since I've been having such a good time in Albany, but man, I sure as hell missed Mike. We're having a fantastic time and though God knows (and long-time readers know) I've wanted to freakin' murder him more than once, I adore that man. Love him.
As I sat next to him on the couch last night, filled with such amore, I got to thinking about the new documentary Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work I saw last week. I know what some of you are thinking: "I'd rather stick a flaming needle in my eye." Yeah, she can be abrasive and I've said many times that I think she's very funny, but also terribly mean-spirited. More on that some other time.
I have a lot to say about the film--a lot--it really was wonderful and very well done. Surprisingly, I didn't have to scold anyone in the theater for talking, so you know it must have been captivating. I'm not kidding--I loved it and found it fascinating. If you're at all interested in stand-up comedy, it's a must-see.
Anyway, at one point Rivers talks about her husband, Edgar Rosenberg, who committed suicide in 1987 after having been fired by Fox as the producer of her late night show. Rivers says,
"Were we madly in love with each other? No."That brief scene struck me. I can't imagine marrying someone I'm not madly in love with. (Okay, insert your "But Linda, aren't you twice divorced?" comment here.) You know what I mean. I just can't imagine looking at someone and be thinking, "Well, he'll be a good provider. I'll be financially secure. Yeah, I want to marry him."
"Did we have a happy marriage? Yes."
Without the passion, I say NO! a thousand times. I could never do it. I'd have to be madly in love to marry someone; anything less seems like settling out of fear and insecurity.
I'd love to know what you think about this.