Married to a Magical Girl
I have to move to Japan soon. It’s not like I want to, but that is where almost all Magical Girls reside and I married a Magical Girl. You would think this is a wonderful thing. But I have a shock for you.
Having a Magical girl as a wife or girlfriend is a pain.
I tried to make a go of it here, but in Ohio, well, they just aren’t ready for this sort of mayhem. As you know, Magical Girls are either from the sprit world or from another galaxy, here to protect mankind from evil. Apparently, fixing the potholes on my street is below them.
In order to fight evil properly they must transform themselves, to gain their special power and acquire their..uh..uniform. They usually do this by performing a geeky dance routine and in an eruption of sparkles they shed their earth clothes and become temporally naked and the magical outfit comes out of nowhere to cover them; all this is done in midair.
Now this is all well and good if it is in the privacy of your home. Heck, it is even enjoyable to watch (those schoolgirl or sailor suits can be sexy). But all too often evil raises it’s its head in public. For her to go through this routine as we are in line at the grocery checkout is …well.. Embarrassing. We’ve been banned from Wal-Mart. Did you know this transformation takes a lot of energy? When this happened at Best Buy, it blew the circuits of all the electronics. I owe them 257,000 dollars in damaged goods.
Once during a contest between good and evil at my home resulted in a power blast from an evil wizard went astray and blew up my neighbor's deck and his new Lexus, Most insurance policies don’t cover destruction by black magic power blasts. He moved away.
All magical Girls are accompanied by a sidekick to give sage advice and guidance, they can be little fairies, sprites, globs of who-knows-what, or an animal. My Magical Girl’s advisor is a talking cat.I’m not impressed. For a being with wise advice for my Girl, you would think it would have house-trained itself. There is nothing magical about Cat poop. Also, its cosmic feelings led it to invest all of my money in Bernie Madoff’s investment fund. Thank you, O great magical sage.
Once in a while magic has its uses. One day I had to drive downtown and parking is terrible. I “borrowed the magic wand and went to my destination, I waved it at all the parked cars. They all were transported to Venus. Very convenient..for a while. I too had to go through the transformation process. Try to explain to the Authorities why you are wearing a girl’s sailor suit. When My Magical girl came and got me, she admonished me like” You should not use good magic for base things, only good”. Yeah, well, the cops pretty much told me the same thing.
So we’re off to Japan where this is more common. I’ll send postcards.