A writer writes about writing. Right…

I don’t actually find divorce itself hilarious, I swear I don’t, misanthropic namesake notwithstanding. But the guys who advertise divorce aid just continue to make my day.

Nothing will top the broken home giraffes, of course. (As far as I know that ad is still up at the zoo, too.) Still, this little sidebar ad caught my eye, mostly because it A) demonstrated a really alarming trend toward using text-message shorthand to save on paying for space, and B) didn’t seem to take into account that diamonds are generally harder than hammers.

But you can’t fault their taste for drama, and maybe it was cubic zirconium anyway. No wonder you’re leaving the bum.

Still. They at least seem to acknowledge that divorce is a dreadful, ripping process that destabilizes your life, and is something no one wants to consider until they have to. Especially not when they’re first celebrating their happy nuptials, perhaps ones that had been forbidden up ’til recently, and…say, what article did they run that ad by, anyway?

From the lovely gals at Wonkette. The article, that is; I doubt they had anything to do with the advertisement. It’s the juxtaposition to the big “Marriage Works” billboard that really sells it, don’t you think?

It’s Friday, so that’s all you get from me for a couple days. I’ll see you on Monday, and try not to get divorced in the meantime. Or gay married and then divorced, as the case may be. Happy marriage equality Maryland, though!