Do as the Romans do . . .

I decided to take a half hour break after studying and work, and sat down to watch the end of "7 Brides for 7 Brothers." This is possibly one of my favorite musicals of all time which is probably why I've been so blinded to the ridiculousness of the story. I realize the six brothers had the whole dancing and ruggedness going for them, but if anyone decides to kidnap me and take me to a cabin in the middle of nowhere to marry me, i will kick their trash. However, i might break into song about being a June bride but I would have the decency to put clothes on because dancing in your underwear and shoes is just awkward. A huge fashion no-no. But I choose to overlook the felony and bad fashion because they conclude the musical with the only thing that makes sense - a shot gun wedding. Because apparently the only way to reward six grown men who kidnap your daughters and almost kill them in a snow land slide is obviously a shot gun wedding. Forget about actually checking if there are really seven babies in the house. Just hold a wedding on the spot because every baby needs a father even if the father is a singing, dancing, kidnapping lunatic.

Moral of the story: Don't ever name your daughter Dorcas unless you're willing to pay for her therapy three times a week.