King Kong as a Metaphor For Marriage

(With apologies to my wife.)

You're just hanging out with the guys, living a satisfying life, when suddenly she arrives. She's attractive, she's scantily-clad, she's available.

You let her turn your head, and your life falls apart. Suddenly you're squabbling with the guys -- sure, T-Rex turns out to be something of a cock-blocker, but you never had any problems until she showed up.

Before long it's all sunsets, and saving her butt, and no more time for your old friends.

And then it's all about giving up your place, and moving to where she wants to live. Where you feel like an outsider; you don't know anyone, and people treat you like you're a different species. You constantly feel like you're on stage.

Sex? Forget it. Suddenly it's all "I have a headache" or "Your penis is too big".

You think she's putting you on a pedestal, but it turns out to be a really tall building. And there are planes. Lots of planes, and they are shooting at you.

Personally? I think he jumped.

Beauty killed the beast indeed.