The passing of the Marriage Amendment Bill marks another moment of greatness for New Zealand.
When I lived in England I used to boast how progressive New Zealand was.
Not excessive boasting, mind you. I was working on building sites in London, and your average brickie from Mile End or sparkie from Newcastle working 12 hours a day was generally not in the mood to hear about women voting or homosexual law reform.
I suppose I'm proud because we are, in many respects, still a somewhat primitive country with slow broadband, badly-fitting bras, three leg sizes for jeans, seasonal fruit, and towns that shut down at 2pm on a Sunday. We're trapped on a distant island where it costs thousands of dollars to fly to most other countries.
Yet I rejoice at our sheer adaptability, our ability to transcend "tradition" and say: This actually is the right fit for our country, so let's get on and do it. From a Kiwi-European point of view, we've been doing it since the 19th century.