It's time to come clean on this one. I'm married, but not to a frog. We're coming up on our fortieth anniversary. That's years, not seconds, hours, days, or weeks. In spite of spiteful neighbors, discriminatory employers, and police harassment, our relationship has remained strong. Well, there have been some problems about my leaving books all over the house and what my wife considers lackadaisical wiping of the kitchen counters. Then there's the disagreements about music and TV shows. I'm not allowed to play the harmonica in the house.
Speciesism is everywhere. Remember the Gary Larson cartoon showing a human woman and an angry beer swilling elephant? The caption is the human woman saying "My mother told me not to marry outside my species." One of the big arguments against same sex marriage is "Next thing you know people will be marrying their dogs." Of course, if you do a little research in the area of porn, you'll find that affairs between humans and canines are a recurring theme, not to mention the donkeys and sheep. Pop culture always says something about people.
This is one reason I'm endorsing the Aleatoric Party ticket for president and vice this year. Candidates Leroy Carr and Scrapper Blackwell have come out for any marriage involving anything. That means anywhere from human man and human woman to a rock and a hard place. Presidential hopeful Carr says, "I don't give a f***, so to speak, whether it's for love, reproduction, fun, or money. I don't care who or what does it. If I'm elected it will be legal. Damn straight."
Disclaimer: I'm required to say that my spouse is, by her own account and that of her doctor, a human woman. Our daughter appears to be human as well. I'm not sure that anyone had ever seen a fruitful frog-human union before, but we have living proof. Our daughter seems perfectly OK. She doesn't eat insects or raw fish and has two decidedly un-batrachian looking daughters of her own.