Sex in water is like eating at McDonald’s: it’s just never as fun as it sounded when you made the decision to do it.
 
I’m kidding! I’m kidding! I’m laughing at their—or more likely their photographer’s—absurd aesthetic choices! But if you still feel bad about having a giggle at the happy couple’s expense, I’m sure they’re all too cocooned and luv’d up to mind our little teasing. (The Bad Engagement Photos blog says it will take down your photo if you ask.) So without further ado…
 

The triplicate is weird. The post-apocalyptic wasteland is way weirder. I think they were going for “Wicked Games,” but they ended up with “La Jetée”
 

Congratulations. You embarrassed a horse with your foolishness.Look at her. She’s rolling her eyes at you.
 

I’m mainly including these guys because I’m pretty sure I went to high school with them, if not their peers in redneck gender performance. I regularly defend middle America against classist and inaccurate stereotyping… I cannot defend this.
 

Okay, this makes me feel a little better about middle America. You just know these twee little weirdos do something artisanal for a living.
 

There’s a motherfucking train coming!!! Won’t someone warn them?!? Did the photographer just let them get hit by a train?!? Eh, who am I kidding? I would have totally let them get hit by a train.
 

This is the artistic concept of a guy who takes terrible engagement photos, but who wishes with all his heart he was taking terrible abstract realism photos.
 

This guy actually submitted his own—a joke shot he took after discovering such romantic graffiti. This couple clearly has a sense of humor, and they are therefor the best.
 

Nope. Fuck it. These people are the best. I don’t care if they’re kidding or ironic or self-aware or whatever. I don’t even care if this is a real engagement photo or some staged comedy shoot. I love them and I hope they live happily ever after.
 
Via Bad Engagement Photos

 
Redditor Heromedic18 snapped this touching photo of an elderly gentleman who has bought his wife flowers every Monday for 47 years.

Now, I’m going to get really sappy on you (which I rarely do, btw) and post an animated short titled Danny and Annie which tells the very real story of an older couples’ twenty-seven-year romance in their own voices. Tears will be shed.
 

 
Mike Nichols’s film adaptation of Edward Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? opened 44 years ago today during a summer of tumult. Not only were massive protests against the Vietnam War hitting Washington DC, but the last trouble-free marriage sitcom, The Dick van Dyke Show, had just aired its last episode. It was on.

Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor took on the roles of inadequate associate history prof George and his drunk university-president’s-daughter wife Martha two years into their actual marriage, which itself was one of the most scrutinized in pop culture history. The then-thrice-divorced Taylor won the Best Actress Oscar, and Haskell Wexler’s stark cinematography scored him a statuette as well. Controversy over how much of the play’s profanity to include in the film would compel the MPAA’s Jack Valenti to convert the industry’s old Production Code into the rating system we know today.

Screenwriter Ernest Lehman ingeniously situates George and Martha’s relentless turning-point fight in a well-lit parking lot, giving Taylor the pacing space to sprawl out the argument across the psyche of tortured married couples across America. The pair’s agreement on “total war” seems almost chilling in its self-indulgence in the context of President Johnson’s escalating the horrific bombing of North Vietnam at the time.