“Treating monogamy, rather than honesty or joy or humor, as the main indicator of a successful marriage gives people unrealistic expectations of themselves and their partners. And that, Savage says, destroys more families than it saves.”

Ends with Paul’s and Mo’s vows, which are great: “I will not hide anything from you except surprises. I promise to let you make fun of me. I promise to meet you at the emergency room with a book and a sweater. I promise to always see and treat you as an equal.”

Of honey-holes and dwarf strippers. "I remember his defined clavicle, and the powerful smell of his cheap perfume, joined with the mouth-texture of ultrapasteurized rice pudding and the tongue-burr of remnant tinfoil attached to the plastic cup."