I was checking out Body and Soul, a blog I don't read enough even though I've had it blogrolled for six months now, and I came across a post that starts off like this:
"One of my mother's best friends lost her husband in Vietnam.
He didn't die. Husbands have many ways of getting lost."
I doubt I've yet encountered a blog post with a better opening than this one, in the nearly two years I've been reading them. "Husbands have many ways of getting lost" -- what a perfectly haunting sentence. And the whole post is an excellent meditation on sexism, too. Check it out.