Yesterday was our two-year anniversary and to celebrate our cotton year I was able to take the day off and cruise to the OC with hubby for his job interview. More reality TV–MILFs again, this time clothed. Afterwards we had lunch at the Laguna Hotel and strolled the beach reflecting on our two years, which have been unbelievably busy and crazy and fun. I won’t proceed to bore you with how much I adore my husband, suffice to say we’re enjoying the married life. And so it would seem are many others despite our cultural fixation with divorce. I read What’s with all the “divorce porn?” the other day, which references the plethora of current divorce narratives (Eat, Pray, etc.).  However, I also learned something I didn’t know—that the rate of calling it quits is thirty percent lower than it was at its peak in 1979. I imagine that stat has plenty to do with people getting married later on in life or not at all. But does the constant media attention on the instability of marriage keep us working harder on our own unions, or at least aware that “happily married” is a vulnerable state? I wonder. Then again, if there’s plenty of “divorce porn” out there, I’d still say there’s more “marriage porn.” I mean, hello–Valentine’s Day? Love freaking Happens? Even SATC2, for peat’s sake. Then again, maybe it’s just plain old porn that’s really keeping marriages together.