As we’ve probably mentioned before, Dadwagon is home to several mixed marriages (and, I guess, one mixed divorce). Asians figure prominently, as do Jews, with a bit of Mexican and slightly ethnic whiteness (γειά σου, Mr. Bonanos). And when I survey my circles of urbane New York friends, there’s hardly a homogeneous pairing among them. We urbanites, we like difference, I guess. We see it as a plus, because as radical intellectual communist lefties we want everyone to look and think exactly the same—sort of brownish and multilingual. Suck it, Sarah Palin!
But of all the (straight) couples I know, there’s one pairing I simply haven’t seen: a short guy with a tall girl. Oh, there may have been dates here and there—I think I even went out once with a tall Yvonne—but no lasting relationships. The converse, of course, is common. One of my dear friends isn’t even five feet tall, yet she’s married to a guy well over six feet; she calls herself a “spinner”—jokingly, I think.
So, do these couples actually exist, and in any sort of significant numbers? In a world where many of us men are happy that our wives out-earn us, where we’re happy to take on non-traditional roles like housework and cooking, where the flouting of such stereotypes is one of our great joys, why aren’t more of us involved with Amazons?