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Follow your heart. Don’t get married.
Promoted under the guise of love, marriage drains the vibrancy and soul from people.
“Marriage remains our society’s most potent symbol of commitment and love.” How pathetic.
Why do we succumb to this freakish propaganda?
Raised Catholic, I learned that marriage was a sacrament, a part of getting close to God. My parents also, although living in the ’70s, embraced the ’50s idea of marriage, and it was so unappealing.
And I know women, my age and younger, who play a similar role to the one my mom played in the ’70s and ’80s.
My mother woke up early to make my dad breakfast and pack his lunch at 4 in the morning. A nice gesture and all, but she might have appreciated sleeping in after waking up during the night to tend to my baby brother. She didn’t wear makeup and kept her hair long because my dad wanted her that way. Her decisions depended on what my dad wanted. And he wasn’t boorish about it, it’s just what they expected it to be, and so they decided they were happy.
She hosted Rubbermaid parties and Bunco, and it seemed so inane and boring chatting about recipes, sharing cleaning tips, bragging about children, and gossiping about neighbors and celebrities. They…
