In my last Single Shot, I wrote about marrying for health insurance, a topic prompted by my recent kidney stone diagnosis (and my accompanying anxiety regarding potential out-of-pocket medical bills).
As with anything that touches on those age-old favorites, love and money, the column prompted a slew of responses from readers (and friends). Some people — most of them women, interestingly enough — talked about how they’d expedited their weddings so their husbands would be covered before the guys switched to unpolicied employers or started their own businesses. Others, only one or two (thankfully), proclaimed anyone who married for insurance was a prostitute (as long as that person was a woman, of course). But, as one fellow put it, “that is not much different than any other marriage.”
I love a romantic, don’t you?
A couple of readers sent links to websites offering naturopathic remedies for getting rid of kidney stones (aaaaaah). Others pointed out that I and other straights “at least have the option of sharing a spouse’s coverage [which is] not always the case for same-sex couples.”
I’m not in a place where I’m seriously thinking about marrying some guy with a big (insurance) package — although a reader did ask for my hand not too long ago — but I’m certainly interested in seeing what kind of reforms the Obama administration will be “proposing.”
In other words, with hope on the horizon, I can wait. The big question is: can this dang kidney stone?