On Blawging, Divorcing, And Finding Out Your Wife Is Working At The Local Brothel

William Krasnansky is sort of like my doppelganger: Instead of blawging about getting married, he blawgs about getting unmarried. The Vermont resident has been detailing -- and when I say "detailing," I mean "boring" -- the circumstances around his divorce. He says his account is actually an "autobiographical novel," but that hasn't stopped his ex-wife, Maria Garrido, from taking him to court and having a judge order him to stop blawging.

Fortunately, Krasnansky has continued to write as an act of civil disobedience, and by doing so he is defending the right of blawgers the world over to piss off family members by posting things online. Mr. Krasnansky, you are a true patriot.

Blawging is a fantastic way to complain about your marriage so you don't have to do things like A) Offing yourself with the carbon monoxide in the family garage, or B) Mailing a frozen cow's head to your wife's lover, as Jason Fife of Hunker, Pa., recently did, resulting in a sentence of community service and probation.

Consider the case of a guy in Warsaw, Poland, who recently visited the local brothel and found his wife of 14 years working there. As a hooker. What the hell is he supposed to do now? "I was dumbfounded," he told the local newspaper. "I thought I was dreaming." Blawg it out, baby. Just blawg it out.

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