My grandmother's obituary ran in the local newspaper this morning and I'm the only surviving grandchild listed without a name in brackets following it.**

Paraphrasing the ending line of Shopgirl (a film containing a surprising number of quality parts, though not quite reaching a cohesive whole): I offer no excuses for falling for the parts of women and not their wholes. I do, however, accept this as a perfectly fine reason as to the lack of a name in brackets next to mine in my Grandmother's obituary.

This concept is not new to me, but Steve Martin has done me the favour of boiling down half a dozen or so issues I have with relationships into one succinct concept that strikes me as quite honest. While a week ago I probably would have ended this post with some terribly written forced metaphor relating the parts of previous girlfriends to skeleton bones, perhaps with a reference to the Bride of Frankenstein for good measure, today things are different. I'm enjoying women's wholes again. ****


** For those of you unfamiliar with obituary style, when a name in brackets appears next to a survivor of the deceased it indicates a spouse.

**** Absolutely no pun intended.