I’m the most sensitive guy toward women and their issues that you’ll ever meet. My sister is a healthy, happy, and extremely worldy woman who has a wonderful relationship with at least two men. Two of my cousins, Jennifer and Jeanelle, have had a fantastic (and staunchly moral) upbringing, and will no doubt have plenty of boyfriends to choose from.
There is next to no chance that any of us will ever get married.
No shocking reason for it…we’re just not like our parents. There’s no Mr. or Miss right out there for us, and we’re not going to kill ourselves looking for one. We don’t feel any obligation to “carry on the family line” (what, there aren’t enough Wongs in the world yet?) or uphold some vague “tradition” that we never gave a damn about in the first place.
Furthermore, entering a lifelong commitment means taking on obligations that, frankly, we really aren’t cut out for. Look, no woman is important enough to be worth breaking off with every other woman in my life. And while I might get used to the idea of confiding in, sharing my innermost feelings with, and (yes!) sleeping with one person for the rest of my life, it’s my life…do I really want to take that chance? For my sister and nearly all my female cousins; it’s a non-starter. They got lives of their own, and no way in hell are they going to put everything on hold to keep the nest together.
If you ask me, it’s disgusting that people are getting married for health benefits. (Didn’t Tonya Harding hook up with that good-for-nothing slug Jeff Gilooly mainly for that reason?) This is just one of the things that points out the crying need for socialized medicint in this country. But I’m no hijacker, so I’ll save that for another thread…