In my last blog I explained why a close friendship with a Corbynista was a friendship for idiots. It generated some very interesting comments. Many of our loyal readers were of the view that this was unreasonable. Obviously, I beg to differ.
In fact the only thing even more idiotic than having a close friendship with a Corbynista is marrying one. So let me save all our single readers a lot of heartache and trouble – when it comes to choosing a spouse, for the love of God, do not marry someone who has diametrically opposed views to your own. And I’ll tell you why.
People often discuss whether a marriage of mixed religious views is a good idea. Personally I don’t think it’s a smart move. If one spouse is very religious, and the other is not, or is of a different religion, you are in for a challenging time. I understand that many, many of these marriages work, so more to power to you, but it is something to which one should give careful consideration.
So to whether a marriage of mixed or opposing political views can ever really work. It is true that not every couple can, or should, agree on everything, but do think deeply about what is really important to you, and what would be the deal-breaker. Do you really want to be married to someone who holds not just different views on this issue, but opposing views?
In my opinion a marriage of very different political views is a marriage made in the divorce courts. How long do you really think a marriage between a Thatcherite conservative and a Corbynista socialist can last?
But, I hear you say, it would be all so hot in the beginning, so forbidden, or in the words of that great philosopher of our time, Ross Geller, so taboooooo.
All the arguing and the make-up sex, followed by even more arguing and make-up sex – you’d never leave the hotel room while on honeymoon.
Sure, perhaps this is the case. At first. But just how long do you think this phase is going to last? A few months, a year, maybe two or even three. And then you are not newlyweds but just a married couple, folding each other’s laundry and arguing over whose turn it is to empty the dishwasher.
Then the kids come along and they poop on you and get sick on you and draw all over your newly painted wall. Reality hits and as you wipe off that crayon for the zillionth time you want to know that this isn’t just about the crayon. This is about your values and your children. This is about passing down your values to those kids who spend some of their time getting sick on you. The point is, through all the drudgery, you want to make sure what those values are, that your spouse shares them and that you are working in tandem with each other to pass them on.
Maybe hubby is at work while you are wiping up the sick, or perhaps it is his turn while you empty the dishwasher; either way as a married couple you are a well-oiled machine, a single unit independent of the State and often disagreeing with whatever crazy scheme the latest Statists have come up with.
The effort of money-making and home-making will be a lot worse once you realise that, in fact, your spouse is working against you because he does not share your values.
I can only imagine how exhausting it is if your other half honestly believes that State ownership of industry is a good thing. And what happens if the culture war comes knocking on your door asking for your kids? Trust me, this can happen and when it does you had better make sure you and your spouse are united on what to do and don’t spend your time and energy arguing about your next move.
So go ahead – date the hot Corbynista if you want to. Just make sure you don’t marry him.