Community Blog: Married To A Comedian


Community Blog: Married To A Comedian

Meet Mel. You might think he is my husband, but I know the truth: He is my muse. If you ran into him on the street, you might not realize he's a muse due to his unshaved visage and hoarse voice. (I mean, really, don't you think of a muse as a young woman in a floaty costume?) It took me a long time to recognize Mel the Muse, but one night in bed, cozied up between Mel and my laptop, I started to read him this essay (just to make sure he woudn't divorce me if I wrote about us, er, him). His laughter and approval proved to be like a wand of inspiration. As he rolled over,  stroked his back and said, tenderly, you are my muse. He grumbled back, "Very a-musing."

I should have realized that our relationship was going to be a comic alliance when we could not find a legitimate Rabbi to marry us. (Mel is Jewish and I was raised Christian.) I didn't care who performed our wedding ceremony, but Mel did.  See, although Mel came from a family of rule-breaking Jews (e.g. his mother kept a kosher kitchen while his father shopped for ham and cheese sandwiches from the deli for lunch), there were certain things that mattered to him—like being married by a Rabbi. Mel looked up and down New York City, but could not find a Rabbi to marry us. So Mel had to go to the underground Rabbi network.


Finally, Mel found Rabbi Dubious, an interfaith minister/ex-lawyer/PR guy/Rabbi to marry us. This was acceptable because we could call him Rabbi, we got to step on a light bulb (wine glasses were deemed too dangerous), and we got official Jewish paperwork. However, we have had doubts, over the years, about the legal foundation of the marriage, because Rabbi Dubious's pants were unzipped throughout the ceremony. Did this undo the whole affair?

We were never bothered by our lack of orthodoxy until we moved from New York to Minnesota. When we moved to Minnesota, it became very clear that we were "different."  In Minnesota, being different is not a mark of distinction; it just makes you feel bad. Minnesotans, while superficially nice, tend to be clannish, judgmental, conflict avoidant and gossipy. So this means that if you are different, they will quietly avoid you, talk about you behind your back, and you will never know what's going on. You are left with a feeling like you have dog crap on your shoes, but you can't find it. Fortunately, Mel and I had each other, and could laugh our way through our isolation. Mel, unaware of the atmosphere of subtle condemnation around him, thoroughly enjoyed himself—prodding people around him, and trying to get them to laugh out loud. (Of course, this is a great victory, as most Minnesotans laugh on the inside.)

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