Corinthians 2.0
ItÕs time to give wedding
readers some new material
I just attended another
wedding last weekend, and for the third time this summer, I got to hear
everyoneÕs favorite New Testament riff on love, Corinthians. Corinthians is
such a wedding-reading clichˇ that in Wedding Crashers, Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson placed a bet on whether
it would be read at a given wedding (it was). IÕm not saying Corinthians is
bad. ItÕs just a little played out, and IÕm sure many future brides and grooms
wouldnÕt mind an alternative. Here, then, I give you a modernized Corinthians
to use at your wedding. Please remember to send me royalties.
What is love? ThatÕs a
fantastic question, and one that has baffled the great thinkers throughout
antiquity, from Haddaway to Tina Turner (who, recognizing loveÕs ultimately
unknowable nature, mused not on love itself but on its relation to human
existence in its totalityŃi.e., whatÕs love got to do with it?). Well, weÕre
gonna tell you.
Love does not get on the
bumper of the car in front of it when two lanes merge into one, because love is
not a jerk. Love does not buy scratch tickets and then throw the losing tickets
on the sidewalk outside the store, thus tempting passersby to pick up those
tickets and check to make sure that they really didnÕt win, because love is not
a litterbug. Love is long-suffering, like a man who mistakenly Weedwacks poison
ivy in the nude. Love is kindŃbut kind of what? We donÕt know, because love is
mysterious.
Love does not boast. Really,
if love were sitting behind home plate at the Red Sox game, love wouldnÕt call everyone
love knows and wave whenever the TV camera was zoomed in on a left-handed
batter. Which brings us to another truth: Love is not an annoying person that
you wish you could drag through your TV screen and punch in the face.
Love is not inflated, so
maybe you should pump it up. Shot through the heart, and youÕre to blame,
darlinÕ, you give love a bad name. And by Ņyou,Ó we mean Britney Spears and
Kevin Federline.
Love is not discourteous.
Which is to say it is courteous. But love doesnÕt dislike using double
negatives. Love is trusting, like the security guards at Home Depot, who never
really look in your bag on the way out, even when you use self-checkout. And
theyÕre right. Many a time I couldÕve helped myself to a few extra grommets,
but I did not.
Love is not Legal Sea Foods,
nor Red Lobster nor even JimmyÕs Harborside, for love does not sell fish. What?
Oh, that makes more sense. Love is not selfish.
It is not irritable, so stop asking. It canÕt guarantee
not to make you sick like bad dim sum. Remember, fish donÕt swim upside down.
Love is not pretentious. It does not look at your pants from Armani Exchange
and ask, ŅWhy bother?Ó
Like Carnie WilsonÕs
underwear, love covers all things. If it werenÕt for love, what would you get
tattooed on your knuckles when one side already says ŅhateÓ? You could go with
Ņjoy,Ó I suppose, but then your pinkieÕs just hanging out looking stupid.
Love does not attend the
roast of Pamela Anderson and try to steal the show by flashing its boobs and
acting like a complete freak show. ThatÕs Courtney Love youÕre thinking of.
You know what IÕd love right
now? A grilled cheese sandwich.
In the Hawaiian language,
there are 19 different words for love but not one for Ņthesaurus.Ó So actually,
there might be even more words for love, but they have no way of knowing.
Love is smart, for love does
not argue that the giant cell-phone tower along Route 2 thatÕs disguised to
look like a tree is, in fact, a giant, square tree that happens to be about 100
feet taller than the surrounding foliage. IÕm not naming names, but I think we
know who we are on this one, and I think IÕm still owed 10 bucks from that
particular bet.
When two people stay by each
otherÕs side for years and years, that right there is love. Or they might be
conjoined twins. Either way, IÕm impressed!
Love is good, love is great, so gimme some more love on my plate. Now letÕs vow it up so you two crazy kids can legitimize all that sex youÕve been having.