Billions of people have took up
The most enduring life vow we could cook up.
Some say life is great,
Others trade love for hate.
Should they all have just gone for a hook-up?
Do we need these rings?
Thank you to everyone who voted in last week’s poll about a wife’s duty when it comes to Transformers 3. My husband and I went to a lovely wedding just last week. As soon as we stepped outside the church, a female relative seized me and whispered fervently in my ear.
“You should never have to go to Transformers, even if your husband does want to go!”
But the poll numbers suggested otherwise: a clear majority were in favor of a Transformers 3 date.
So I went.
If you missed it, click to visit the Transformers 3 poll.
But that’s not what I will discuss here. Last week, I questioned the relevance of Transformers 3 to my wedding vows. This week, I’d like to get your input on the value of wedding vows in the first place.
A slew of articles have come to my attention this week on the topic of marriage, some touched off by the recent declaration at the Huffington Post by none other than the founder of eHarmony that most people should delay getting married, or just call the whole thing off, because most married partners are ill-suited anyway.
Columnists weigh in on whether or not marriage really is obsolete. Some point to the overwhelming majority of Americans who plan to marry. Others say that most marriages are undertaken for the wrong reasons, and are unneeded, given the wide range of rewarding connections we can make with others outside of the official bonds of marriage. Others say we’ve finally discovered it’s a “myth” that a person needs marriage to be happy.
I read an interesting article in Psychology Today about non-traditional marriages, in which one psychologist alleged that people should not wait to establish adult lives before getting married. Despite statistics that point to marrying at a young age as a huge risk factor for divorce, this commenter maintains that people should get married young – no need to finish their educations, establish their careers or live independently first – thus keeping their spark alive throughout the years because they “grew up together”.
Other marriage-related headlines make me think that marriage can’t be obsolete, because Presidential candidates Michelle Bachman and Rick Santorum are making waves for signing a “Marriage Vow”. The Family Leader, an influential conservative organization in Iowa, has declared that Presidential candidates must sign the vow to get its endorsement.
The main point of the “Vow” seems be to ensure that the candidate will uphold “vigorous opposition” of same-sex marriage, though it also demands that the candidate will not commit adultery or use pornography, and will advocate “robust childbearing”. But only if you’re married: a choice piece of the pledge says that while American slavery was “disastrous”, nevertheless, enslaved black children of the past were more likely to be raised in a two-parent household than modern black children.
I guess being enslaved isn’t nearly as bad as being raised in a single-parent household.
Vander Plaats, the head of Family Leader, says that a candidate’s position on marriage “correlate[s] directly to his/her moral stance on energy issues, sound budgeting policies, national defense, and economic policies.”
So is marriage obsolete? Who is right? The 70% of Americans who want to get married? The disillusioned founder of eHarmony? Or politicians who say that the right views on marriage are so important that they should underpin all government policies?
As a married couple, I think my husband and I are in the minority among our friends, most of whom move in together after dating for a year or two. Was our marriage necessary? Sometimes it seems like the main difference between us and other long-term, unmarried couples is that we have a massive stash of fine linens, kitchen appliances, Waterford crystal and mixing bowls. And I have certainly celebrated several weddings that ended shortly in divorce, while some unmarried couples endure for years.
On the other hand, my parents have been blissfully married for almost thirty years, and my husband’s parents for forty. We undertook our own vows with a real vision of how a marriage can succeed. We’ve been together for nine years and married for four (we had our anniversary last week). I recently realized that I have spent a third of my life in the company of my husband. I plan to spend the rest with him.
But I’ve been invited to plenty of weddings where I secretly cross my fingers for the couple. My own years of marriage have had their share of frustration and joy, and while I don’t regret my own choice, personal experience of marriage’s challenges do make me believe that many people who get married have no business doing so. (Cruel of me, perhaps, but does anyone want to start a bet on how many months Kim Kardashian will stay married?)
(Announcing a new feature of Alaina Mabaso’s Blog: the Weekly Poem. I’m going to write a poem once a week, and unlike other poets, I will never leave you wondering what my poem is about, even if you like the way it sounds.)
Get The Hell Off My Bumper
I reserve my most volatile day-to-day hate
For you drips who think it’s ok to tailgate.
I think driving laws are really quite handy.
But you’re close as a toddler who thought he saw candy.
Forgive me for 70 in the 65 zone.
I’m in the right lane, take the left for your own.
The Beltway is hellish enough by itself.
Why be a prick of the very top shelf?
Shall I list all the reasons you make my blood boil?
Why you make others’ travels such horrible toil?
First there’s your arrogance, plain as the day:
“Fuck safety rules, I’m driving my way!”
Next is your callousness, you unholy ass:
You’d rather endanger me than simply pass.
Your foresight and dignity amount to a speck.
Don’t you know that you’re courting a terrible wreck?
If you’re tailgating me, what should I do?
Drive even faster and burn up my fuel?
Drive very slowly and hope you don’t linger,
Finally passing while you give me the finger?
Tap on my brakes just to scare you a bit -
Hope to teach you a lesson without getting hit.
Or grimly ignore you and maintain my speed,
Praying a deer doesn’t jump in the street.
Whatever it is that I do or don’t do,
I hate that I’m bugged by a numbskull like you.
If I said I wished you some physical pain
My kindly veneer I couldn’t maintain.
But I do wish that next time you’re making a drive
Of four working tires you are deprived.
I hope one goes flat on a desolate highway.
And you don’t have a spare.
Then only mechanic in 90 miles charges you
$1,400 for a new tire and brake pads.
But the work takes till tomorrow
And your motel room is infested with
Bedbugs and then the only thing
There is to eat is the free continental breakfast.
Then when you’re speeding the next day
To make up lost time, you get pulled over
And get a whopping ticket and then
It’s the last straw for your insurance policy
And your rates go way up.
But however terrible this’d be to you,
It’s a picnic compared to what I go through