You've probably heard that socially -- and legally -- most mainstream thinkers frown on marrying inside one's own family. There are all sorts of health and development reasons it's a no-no. (If I need to explain, stop reading now.)
But, there are also practical ones.
Variety is a biggie. For one thing, it's a good remedy to boredom, especially genetic boredom, which I hear can haunt you for a lifetime or two.
That's what crossed my mind today after seeing my niece Angela's Facebook posting and picture. That and "Where the heck did she come from?"
There she sat, posing with her hunting catch, a doe and two youngins' -- legal because she has a nuisance permit to protect their property. As her husband noted among everyone else's comments, it's probably best not to "make her mad."
Who'd have thought that a toddler who looked like Cindy Lou Who in 1985, when my wedding bouquet landed between her feet, would grow up to be a gun-toting outdoorswoman?
Dangling fishing lines off a dock is as close as any of her aunts and uncle came to being hunters. One generation further back, I'm pretty sure Mom used to gut her brother Jerry's catch for him, but ... that's a far cry from taking down a family single-handledly.
I'm not heading for a Bambi-killer rant; Angela feels bad enough as it is.
I'm just mulling it all over.
Genetics -- like variety -- is a wonderful thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment