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In this post-Freudian age the institution of marriage, as a by-product of religiously-fueled monogamy, has deteriorated to the point that amorphous sexual identity, as opposed to rigid religiosity, has become the primary self-defining feature of the individual. But has anything changed? Has the entrapment of women via marriage, which Blake called a "gilded cage" merely deteriorated to the "rusty prison" of the Bang Bus, representative of anonymous male-centric sex and continued subjugation?