Love and Marriage
Made it back from Mexico City this afternoon. The only unhappy event during the trip was finishing reading the massive Peloponnesian War and failing to find a good English bookstore. I ended up settling for an Agatha Christie novel: Lord Edgware Dies (1933). A married Peruvian woman sitting next to me disagreed with this discourse by Hercule Poirot, bachelor detective:
“Often I have observed that it is a great misfortune for a man to have a wife who loves him. She creates the scenes of jealousy, she makes him look ridiculous, she insists on having all his time and attention. Ah! non! it is not the bed of roses.”
And combining the earlier themes of MIT students and ghetto humor, this just in from a 6.171 student…
“Yo Mama so stupid, she took a rigid body mechanics class because she wanted to meet hot guys.”
(We will leave this contributor anonymous so that the MIT administration does not begin disciplinary proceedings…)
