Marc John Randazza, adjunct lawprof, first amendment lawyer and head satyr, will be heading to the alter today.  Not, as most would expect, to repent for his many sins, but to marry.  A woman.

While little is known about the woman who would accept Randazza’s hand, other than the fact that Randazza seduced her with his awkward, geeky charm coupled with outright deception about the size of his personal domain, it has been noted that she is quite intelligent, attractive and charming.  No, we can’t figure it out either.

The standing explanation for this “opposites attract,”  May-December romance appears to be centered on the fact that the couple will be able to save a small fortune by sharing brassieres.

By the time the happy couple read this post, it’s likely that they will be wed, have engaged in serious argument and Mrs. Randazza will be asking the perpetual bride question, “what was I thinking?”  It will, of course, be too late. 

Randazza, hated by radical feminists everywhere for his scathing support of women who do not toe the line, takes it all with a sense of humor.  According to Randzza, “Since Ann Bartow wouldn’t have me, what choice did I have?”  An inquiry as to whether feminist lawprofs wear brassieres went unanswered.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Randazza.