Done

I love this blog, so it is with a touch of sadness that I write this final post. I envision this blog as a piece of conceptual art, and as in all works of conceptual art, the the art is the idea. The execution is a mere demonstration of the idea. Given that the concept has been domonstrated, there is no reason for me to continue to post every day.

The idea for Can't Marry Me came to me upon the death of reknowned architect Philip Johnson. It occurred to me at the time that he would have been my perfect husband, but for the fact that he was old, gay, and, most significantly, dead.

Arthur Fletcher

This rare and admirable man would have been an equal opportunity husband. A black Republican from Kansas, he was instrumental in establishing affirmative action.

Mortimer Levitt

To begin with, what a wonderful name--Mortimer. Mortimer Levitt was an accomplished businessman, author, and music patron. Although he amassed quite a fortune, he could never quite relax and enjoy his money. As his wife, I could have helped him with that.

Lord King

Lord King had exactly the right idea--can you imagine a better name? Even if it was a made-up name. He would have been the perfect husband, a tough-minded airline executive who led the life of a country squire.

John Stubbleford

What could have been better than to be the wife of an accomplished "preacher" of jazz and blues who laid down soulful saxophone tracks on the recordings of many well-known jazz musicians? He's gone now.

Rowland B. Wilson

If I could be the wife Rowland Wilson, described as a wry cartoonist for such publications as Playboy and The New Yorker, I might have a daughter who is a commercial artist. Wait a minute! I already have a duaghter who is a commercial artist. Nevermind.

Abdul-Majid Shoman

Doesn't it sound kind of cool and interesting?--She is the wife of a well-known Jordanian banker. Won't happen, of course.