In the news we read: The French National Assembly and UK lawmakers have approved the same-sex marriage bill. What is the next unfinished business?
Paul Gallico, (1897 - 1976), American novelist, in 'The Enchanted Doll, wrote:" … remembered the approaching birthday, …modest gifts… the doll... she was made all of rag with a painted face, and represented a little girl with the strangest, tenderest, most alluring and winsome expression on her face…a contact …established between her and myself… Let me see that rag doll…she was as supple and live to the touch as though there were flesh and bones beneath the clothes… Yet there was even more than that to her. Could a doll be said to have sex appeal in the length and proportions of her leg, the shape of her head, the swirl of her skirt over her hips? Was it possible for an emotion to have been sewn into the seams marking the contours of the tiny figure?... a contact with something warm, mysterious, feminine, and wonderful."
Marriage is said to be union between a man and a woman regulated by laws, rules, customs, beliefs… What is a marriage without an emotion or chemistry? Can we call animal mating marriage? It works perfectly well: best available genes passed. Conception-birth process takes place on a regular pattern.
Unknowingly, to perpetuate life we marry. If intercourse was as painful as extracting tooth without anesthetics, would we still perform sex? On the other hand, man is not wrong if he envies the animal sex-fulfillment. Anyway, is man made for sex or sex for man? Why do we find sex in everything, including a doll?
Aren't dolls neglected? Don't we owe them something? Paul Gallico's reference to the image 'swirl' sounds more than a discovery. What is the great secret behind that twisting or whirling motion of a skirt over a woman's hips? Who discovered it first, dress designers writers?
Now that people have taken to the streets of Paris and UK lawmaker have approved the bill for same sex marriage, isn't time for all, young and old, to pay tribute to their dolls and that mysterious swirl, particularly, when we have chosen a doll to be our loving partner, the same doll on the mantle patiently awaiting our return from the gruesome work, the live individual who patiently listens to our grievance. Lastly, what is wrong if someone wished to call his or her doll his or her mate and draw a will?