I finished reading my big encyclopedic book about the history of marriage, only to find the most important information on the last four pages. Yes, it's filled with all sorts interesting and pathetic facts like, until the 1970's men could still force their wives to have sex with them (under American law), and the idea that professional women over forty are more likely to get hit by lightening than get married is a myth (tragically, the population least likely to marry consists of young African-American mothers living under the poverty line).

However, the most important piece of information FOR ME, is that when women get married they have less free time and do more housework, and when men get married they do less housework and have more free time.

'Nuff said. Yet, another valid reason for my revolutionary Intimate Neighbors Situation. Two seperate residences, one relationship. I get to keep my bathroom obsessively psycho clean and he (that mythical person), can watch his billboard-sized television with 5,000 chanels and keep his dirty dishes on the coffee table until the cleaning lady picks it up (all stereotypes inspired by ex-boyfriends).

Just for today, I can be validated by a history book.