"GET! ... OUT! ... ... How is Angry Harry supposed to get any frigging sleep!?"
Given that all types of relationships seem to be valid these days, can anyone tell me what, exactly, is wrong with polygamy? In my view, polygamy has many things going for it. It can confer a number of distinct advantages!
For example, instead of one wife having to wash the dishes before drying them up, with polygamy, you can have one wife doing the washing, and the other one doing the drying.
Efficiency! Speed!
And, further, if you've got three wives, then the tea can be made at the very same time! So, you don't have to wait so very long for it.
Satisfaction!
And just think of all the time that this polygamy idea would save for EACH of the wives. Instead of doing three chores each, they would each only have to do just one!
And this same kind of tripartite division of labour could also be done with many other things.
The vacuuming, the dusting and the window cleaning could all be divided EQUALLY into three separate parts, just like Caesar did with Gaul!
And isn't this what women actually say that they want when they are - as is their custom - galloping along in full whinge mode?
Equality, and a reduction in the housework?
So. Don't knock it!
I once saw a CH4 programme about polygamy in West Africa and the women were almost ecstatic about it. And sharing the chores with each other was one of the most attractive parts.
Of course it was!
You see. Just as there is a herd of cows to serve and cater for each bull, men and women were designed for polygamy.
This is why, for example, women who live together menstruate together.
The evolutionary idea behind this is to ensure that no matter how many women you have flustering about you, you only have one bout of PMS to deal with every month.
Clever eh?
You only have to make yourself scarce for about three or four days at a time!
And this, of course, is why the men became hunters.
The mammoths, the crocodiles and the sabre-toothed tigers were nothing but tame fluffy bunnies in comparison to the frenzied histrionics and arguments back home during what the men called in hushed tones and frightened whispers, 'That bloody period'.
And this is why the men said meekly, "OK. We're off now. We won't be long. Just off to get you some food. Don't wait up."