Yeah, it’s been around for quite a while.
Haj
Otto needs to get his panties unbunched. If someone showed me a wedding ring, I would assume she was married to the young womans father, meaning legal guardian.
Exactly, theorically she could have been the woman’s step mother thus the emphasis on the ring. Makes as much if not more sense than refering to your ptner as your ward.
I don’t know if “emancipated minor” status affects whether or not you can drink before you’re twenty one.
Actually, pretty much everything I know about “emancipated minor” status is contained in my earlier post.
Any lawyer Dopers care to comment?
Regards,
Shodan
IANAL, but you’re quite correct. No one in any US state is permitted to drink alcohol in a bar, tavern, or restaurant unless they are 21 or older, regardless of marital state, emancipation, or phase of the moon.
It’s like that in Pennsylvania, too. There needs to be legal responsibility for bringing an underage person into a bar, and “Oh, this is my friend” is not it.
I think this woman was looking for a fight with **Lord Ashtar ** or whoever was sitting in his chair that night. Normally, I wouldn’t say this, but the fact that she pointed at her wedding ring in response to a question about legal guardianship was a test. She wanted to see what he would say, and he didn’t give the right answer. That’s OK, b/c it was a trick question. If she was really unclear about the rule and thought marriage gave her the right to bring the younger woman in, she would have just said “We’re married.” The mute flashing of the ring seems designed to get a response, likely the wrong one, since most people would not assume that a wedding ring indicates legal guardianship of a spouse. LA’s question was 100% reasonable under the circumstances and not homophobic.
That ring wouldn’t give her the right to bring the other woman into a bar in NY. I worked door at a brewpud where no one entered unless 21 years of age, period. That includes spouses, legal guardians, and everyone else.
Kind of strange, the only time I have been called a homophobe was in a pool hall, by a lesbian.
My friend and I are at our regular hang-out and decide to shoot pool. I told her I would go back and put quarters up and then get her when we were up. I look in the back and check out the tables. One table has four really drunk lesbians playing. They are laughing and joking, having a great time. Not really shooting much pool, mostly talking. The other table has two firemen that my friend and I have played against before. They were nice guys and we enjoyed playing with them, so I put my quarters up on their table. Meanwhile I can hear the women at the other table making fun of my outfit. My shoes match my purse, I have a flowery scarf in my hair, painted toes and nails. For some reason they find all this ridiculous, and keep cracking jokes about it. I ignore it. I take a seat by the firemen’s table and pretend not to hear them.
The women finally finish a game and when one of them breaks, the ball flies off the table, and nails me in the thigh. It really hurt! I am sure she did not do it on purpose, more because I didn’t think she was that good of a player to be able to aim and hit someone like that. The four of them think this is just the funniest thing they have ever seen. They laugh and laugh. The firemen come over and check if I am OK. I am OK but man, IT HURTS! I can feel my skin turning black and blue. I lean over and pick up the ball that is wedged between my chair and the wall.
The woman who hit the ball finally stops laughing long enough to stare at me, as if she thinks I am going to walk over and give her the ball. I am not walking anywhere, and just stare back at her. She walks over, stands in front of me, and just sticks her hand out. I am not just going to hand her the ball. She just stands and stares. I just stare back.
After this goes on a while, she says, “Give me the ball.” I say, “I am sure you didn’t intend to hit me, but you did, and it hurts like hell. I think you owe me an apology for hurting me, and after that, you can have your ball back.”
By now a little crowd has gathered. If the lesbians had been a group of drunk guys, I think the firemen would have stepped in long ago. But it being all women, the firemen don’t know what to do. The woman is sizing me up. She could take me easily. I have never been in a fight before, and it shows I am sure. I usually avoid confrontation, this is totally out of character for me, but I am not just going to hand her the ball.
She finally says, “I am sorry that my shot had the misfortune to land against your precious leg. But it really is your own fault for being such a homophobe. If lesbians didn’t disgust you so much, you would have put your quarters down on our table, so it is your homophobic fault you were sitting here and got hit.”
Well this makes the crowd that has gathered just burst out laughing. The woman can’t understand what she said that is so funny. She doesn’t realize this is my local hang-out, and most everyone knows me. One of my friends explains it to her.
“You are an idiot and don’t know what you are talking about. “Grits” best friend for over 20 years is a lesbian. Three of her other good friends are gay. She used to be a hairdresser in San Francisco for cristssake. Probably has more lesbian and gay friends than you do! And since she is probably the only one right now that doesn’t have a problem with you lesbians being here, I think you better apologize like you mean it, or get the hell out!”
She can see that my friend is serious, she apologizes, very sincerely. Then her three other friends come over and apologize also. They tell me they had been to a friend’s funeral earlier in the day, and were drunk and mad at the world. I tell them I understand, been there before. By the end of the night my friend and I are playing “mixed” partners with them. I couldn’t wait to get home and leave a message on my best friend’s machine, “Some lesbians wanted to beat the crap out of me tonight, but instead they invited me to their softball Championship Game on Sunday. Go Dykes on Bikes, Go!"
Grits, please don’t judge all lesbians by those in the bar.
Most are much much better pool players.
Am I the only one who thinks it is amusing that some bitch had the nerve to call someone a “Fucktard” (not the most PC of insults, in my book), then complain about (so-called) homophobia?
Could this woman have already been drunk, perhaps?
And I personally think that asking “Oh, is this your daughter?” after her pointing to the ring was hysterical! Ha ha you uppity bitch!
Does such a relationship have any legal standing in Virginia anyway? Even if the law was written so that an underage spouse could get in (though probably not served drinks) with the overage spouse, I would still think it’d have to be a marriage, fully recognized by the state. Does Virginia have a (potentially) applicable civil union law?
Bullshit. I’ve been walking down the street with my wife when someone yelled, “Jesus hates lesbians!” at us out of a window. Respectful? Not so much.
But if you really want to get into disrespect, imagine being 20 years old and in a relationship with someone twice your age. Think about the weird dynamics that relationship is already going to have. Now imagine going out in public and having your spouse tell a total stranger that she’s your legal guardian, a term almost invariably understood to mean “parent or parent-substitute.”
Lord Ashtar got yelled at, but the kid in the relationship is the one I really feel sorry for. Sounds like her wife is a real peach.
Daniel
It’s too bad Lord Ashtar is not himself gay. He would have owned the comeback of the ages.
True, my 43 year old ex and I (25) take it out on each other via email, eliminating the need to drag innocent bystanders into the mix.
She (the Ring-bearer) disrespected her own relationship by pretending it was a marriage when it was not. If the state doesn’t allow lesbian marriages then it is not a marriage. You might wish that it were otherwise; I might agree with you. (Really. I might. For the purposes of this argument, I don’t have to say.) But trumpeting a relationship as being a marriage when it isn’t one is a lie, pure and simple. You can consider it as one among your family and friends for what you might call “social, domestic and pleasure” purposes, but that doesn’t make it one for the purpose of any legal requirements - if it would have satisfied any in this case.
I’ll line up over here, along with everyone else who thinks this was a 44-year-old attitude looking for somewhere to happen.
Why is this thread continuing when Miller has clearly won? 
Oh, people have the habit of continuing threads even when there’s been a clear winner. Ask S** P****** if I speak with forked tongue.
The patron disrespected her own marriage when she tried to use it to misrepresent herself as the child’s legal guardian. If she wasn’t intentionally doing this, then the OP was correcting her ignorance on an important point of law, that a spouse is not a legal guardian. The patron had no right to get angry at anyone other than herself.
No, that’s wrong and irrelevant. The “Ring-bearer” behaved as if marriage (straight or gay) conferred legal guardianship. It doesn’t.
Homophobic Lesbian Dwarves? Next on Springer!