This debate is seldom heard in the west, but just a cursory glance at eastern message boards will tell you that it is just as much a hot button issue in the Majority World as reproductive rights are in the US.
The typical western response will be, “What’s to debate?”
Quite a lot, actually, and listening to the argument may give some insight into the reality that other points of view exist.
It starts with the purpose of marriage. In the old days, east and west were pretty much in agreement on that. The purpose of marriage is to regulate sexual behavior and establish and continue a family into the next generation.
Especially among the upper classes in Old Europe, arranged marriage was the rule and not the exception. Love matches were more likely to take place among the serfs, who had no property to consider, and whose family ties were not considered worth bothering about to the extent of solidifying them, and whatever subsequent generations they produced would be, like their parents, disposable, valueless serfs.
The ideal of individual and personal happiness, if considered at all, was thought of as secondary to the ideal of duty. Duty to one’s family, to one’s caste, or class, to one’s community, to society. Naturally, this was especially true of women.
An essential purpose of the marriage, procreation, is in fact still the official doctrine of the Roman Catholic Church, which has millions of followers in the west, though relatively few cling to this particular tenet.
Love, arranged marriage proponents are fond of saying, should rightly come after marriage, not before it. In reality, what is more likely to develop is a fond affection, but not the intense emotion that the love match advocates mean by love.
That all-consuming passion, say the AM bunch, is a fact of human life, but certainly not something on which to base something as serious as marriage. That is, it is considered a fact of life for men, in fact, in many countries, it is accepted practice that a man’s first wife must be the one chosen for him by his parents, and once he has performed his duty and insured the next generation of the family genes, he is free to marry the girl he loves as his second wife. What bliss that must be, the eyes of the west roll.
Why would the girl consent to that? She knew he loved her, yet he married another, and now, a father, he comes to her and says, OK baby, this is our moment. Great.
And what about wife number one? There she is with the baby and her husband of a year or so is planning his second wedding.
Intolerable?
Not to all women. Remember the perspective is not the same. Wife number one did not choose this husband. In marrying him, and having his child, she was doing her duty, the duty she has always known she would have. She is not any more in love with him than he with her, and his taking a second wife, since she has produced a son, does not affect her status within her husband’s family or her own, or the community.
In fact, it may even enhance it. Her husband is so prosperous that he can afford a second wife.
Also remember that in all probability, she does not live alone with him and their child, but with her husband’s family in an extended living situation. It doesn’t matter much if the two of them have little to say to each other, her parents will have chosen for her a man with many relatives to whom she has plenty to say, and they will be her companions, and her support system. They may even be, like her husband, her distant cousins.
So let us return to wife number two, about to be installed there in the family compound as the second wife. Who arranged this? Why haven’t her parents chosen someone for her?
They probably did, and she probably said no, and between the choice of an arranged marriage and first wife status and being able to be with the man she loved, she chose love. Her position will be somewhat subordinate to that of the first wife, but quite respectable, and any children she has will have the same inheritance as the first wife’s children, if she and her kinsmen insist on this before the marriage.
Both wives will have the full support of their own families, as well as their husbands, should any problems arise, they will not have to work it out on their own. They will be provided for, and have the right to demand that they are provided for equally. They will have security.
Security is not unknown as a factor considered by young western women when choosing a spouse, which they tend to do themselves, without benefit of parents, aunties, astrologers or clerics.
Some of their sisters have mixed feelings about the security thing. Love, they say, is the most important. That he love and desire only you, and you only him.
Well, concede the security minded, but you have to also be pragmatic. And so they tend to spurn the sporadically employed poet who makes their head spin and do their best to fall in love and attain at least some slight head turns in the direction of the young lawyer who has just been made partner.
Or they may engage in some speculative spouse picking, and go for the young man voted Most Likely to Succeed, and put their own education in second place, working as a waitress to put him through some ticket stamping ordeal that they are counting on to ensure that he earns a high enough income that they will not have to work, even if they decide to have children.
Wait! says the eastern sister. Decide not to have children? DECIDE not to have children? How could anyone do that? You mean just marry the man and live with him, just the two of you, no family, no children? Why even bother getting married, then, especially to a man your family knows nothing about, this decision is for the rest of your life, and you think that you can just do this all by yourself, you will reject the help of the people who love you most in the world, the people who want your happiness, and who have known you all your life?
Intolerable!
And if problems arise, instead of support, you will get scoldings and I told you so’s and well you brought it all on yourself, and next thing you know, he will run off with someone younger and prettier and leave you without a cent, and if you DO have any children you will have to jump through hoops and pull teeth to get even a pittance for their support, and his family may not have anything else to do with either you or them, and you will have wasted all those years on an emotion, and end up floundering with no security, no status, and nothing for your efforts, or your sons. It will be up to you to somehow start all over, select a new spouse and hope for a better result, and your dream of true love and personal happiness will be just that – a dream, while your sister in the east does not have to worry how her kids will go to college, and they will inherit property, too.
Since most of the arguments against arranged marriage have to do with that ideal of true love and personal happiness, and especially after reading some of the comments from ladies in The Politics of Money and Relationships, this thread, it has occurred to me that while the west, and increasingly, the east, have embraced the love match, there are many people who could use some help on choosing one’s life partner.
I personally believe in the old-fashioned notion that true love lasts forever, and if it does not, then that was not your true love.
Anyone who has “dated” prior to marriage will tell you that they had to go through a lot of wrong ones to get to the right one.
The problem seems to be that too many people are marrying the wrong ones!
What may seem to be true love at first sensation may be any number of other things. Knowing oneself is they key. Some people may know themselves at twenty-five, others may not know themselves at sixty, and sadly, the wisdom of being able to determine whether one does or not tends to come after self-knowledge, not before.
To know oneself well enough to consider marriage, one should not only know oneself today, but know who you will be in fifty years, and who you will want to see across the flowers at breakfast fifty years hence.
There is an old story of a young man who asked his grandfather, how do I know if my new sweetheart is the One? That is easy, the old man answered. If you have to ask, she isn’t.
True love, no matter how much passion, infatuation and excitement its first breeze may bring, will also contain something much quieter and more solid, a calm certainty that this is the bud that will bloom over the years into a flower whose fragrance will overwhelm even the most ardent emotions that dazzle the new lover.
The purpose of love, remember is happiness, not anguish, not insecurity or sturm und drang. This does not mean a lack of arguments. What it does mean is that if the relationship is causing you sadness and anxiety, if you are spending your time wondering whether he or she really returns your love, is dallying with another, will leave you, etc. as opposed to feeling joy that he or she is part of your life, you can be certain that what you are feeling is not true love. A professional will be able to tell you a list of things that it could be, but true love it is not, and if you marry the person, you will regret it.
He or she will not change, and begin to make you happy instead of sad merely because you have participated in a religious ceremony and/or signed legal documents, and/or produced a child.
You will not wish nor feel a need to change your true love when you find him or her, nor they you.
And for those who doubt my qualifications, I will make an exception to my rule of not discussing the personal and reveal that yes, I did marry for love, and we are blessed to have enjoyed more years of happiness than most peoples’ lives last, and in all that time, she has lied to me only once: She says that she has also grown old. But I am not deceived.
Wonderful and thought-provoking diary.
But…
If we will regret marrying someone who we have any doubt about being our true love, how does that square with all the arranged marraiges where that expectation is largely absent?
There are exceptions of course, but generally in those parts of the world where arranged marriage is the norm, that ideal of personal happiness via true love, as well as the “western” notion of romantic true love, are not present.
The point is, that in the west, where the expectation is definitely present, and love matches are the norm, the expectation is being unmet with great frequency.
People have what some young people in the east will perceive as this great “freedom” to choose their own mates, yet they are given very little guidance on how to do so, how to differentiate between true love and attraction, infatuation, etc., how to sort those out from personal emotional problems such as insecurity, eagerness to be independent from parents, peer pressure, and on and on.
Nor are they given much practical advice regarding the choice of life partner, the most important decision one will make. In fact, many people would say that the most important decision would be career or otherwise finance-related!
I’ve known quite a few people with arranged marriages, and they seem happy with the way things worked out., Of course, it wasn’t as if they had no choice or input in the matter. And as you’ve said, I’m sure it helps that the people getting married had similar expectations for what marriage was about.
With regard to the western ideal…one of my parents always said that “No one should ever get married before they’re thirty.” No real explanation given. Why are so many parents so reluctant to talk about relationships? Is it because no one ever talked to them about them?
And then I see people making the same bad choices over and over. People who leave one husband for the next, only to discover that maybe they should have taken a deep breath in between husbands to figure out what their own contribution to the failed relationship was, instead of doing the same thing over and expecting a different result with the new guy. Or the fella who’s still dumbfounded over why the wife left him for the yoga teacher..six years later. Without meaning to be unkind, why are so many people so clueless?
A lot to think about in this diary, ductape.
In my experience, young women are attracted to men for a lot of the wrong reasons.
For example, men that are too shy to hit on women are perceived as lacking in self-confidence, when many times they just lack the Bush-gene that allows one to say whatever a woman wants to hear..
In other words, they are more honest and have too much respect for women to engage in the more effective pick-up strategies.
Put another way, they are less likely to cheat, both because they have respect, but also because they are not particularly good at lying, or at picking up women.
Yet, these guys have a terrible time attracting young women. They do much better later in life.
Women also are attracted to highly ambitious young men. But highly ambitious people often place their self-worth in what they are able to attain in terms of cash, car, house, bling, and a sex partners.
Highly ambitious young men can be excellent providers but may also treat you as an accessory that will no longer serve their purpose when your beauty fades and you fail to impress their friends and colleagues.
I can also do a critique of why men constantly pick the wrong attributes in women. But enough for now.
Body parts.
and someone, maybe you, could do at least a diary, probably a series of diaries on all the reasons WHY people choose the wrong partners.
I have really only addressed one: the lack of guidelines and help available. I know there are “self-help” books, but many of those tend to be financially-oriented, or religiously oriented, which is fine for people who follow those particular faith traditions, but all purpose common sense advice on this subject, as CabinGirl points out, tends to not be forthcoming even from parents!
at least in the industrialized societies. 🙂
Maybe parents do not talk to their children about this because they do not want to talk about their own experience, or if that experience has been more fortunate, maybe they think their good example is enough.
In fact, studies show that children who grow up with parents who have a loving and happy marriage do better in that department themselves than those who don’t.
But I think it takes even more than that role model, what the child sees is the RESULT, and he also needs guidance on how to obtain that result!
especially if the husband does his first wife the favor of marrying someone else he really loves!
Puhleeze — and if, in addition, there’s physical abuse, there’s not only no one looking out on the woman, she’s surrounded by HIS family, who will take his side.
And, in many of the countries that allow for plural marriages, if the woman does leave the husband, he “owns” and keeps the children.
Rosy, rosy, rosy, nothing but roses strewn in the path of women who can’t even choose their own husbands, no less whether he’ll bring some other woman into her — well, not her house, her mother-in-law’s house!
At least in western culture, if a man takes another wife, his first wife has the opportunity of making a life for herself that can lead to a husband who loves and wants her alone.
I read somewhere that arranged marriages and marriages of choice work out about the same for happiness: 50/50.
But at least in marriages of choice, it’s more likely that the woman can escape if she’s miserable.
I wouldn’t have allowed my family to choose what career I went into (it was obvious they would have chosen the wrong one, in any case), no less who I should have sex with for the rest of my life.
I’m just saying that the people that I know with arranged marriages in this country seem satisfied with their choices. The families helped them choose their mates, no one was forced into anything. The women are educated, with careers, as are the men, and they don’t live in the extended family situation described above.
It certainly doesn’t seem any worse than the self-selected marriages I’ve seen lately.
is apparently a statistical anomaly — like I wrote above, statistics seem to be 50/50 rate of satisfaction for either form of marriage.
However, in Western societies marriages of choice that don’t work out, offer the woman the opportunity to try again. (And the odds of happiness in a second marriage go up.)
Where the society condones plural marriage, only the man has the opportunity to try again for happiness, or love, or whatever. Maybe only to buff his ego, or allay boredom.
Women are stuck, and if forced to flee, are forced to leave their children behind.
Say what you will about the people you “know,” the odds are against the women in a arranged marriage, and there’s a reason civilization has moved on from plural marriages where women are treated more as commodities than as individual human beings with rights.
Married or single, arranged or not.
In the east, a woman’s greatest value is as a producer of sons.
In the west, her greatest value is as an object of sexual desire.
This is the kernel of argument, how can you bear for him to take a second wife, versus, how can you possibly not WANT children.
I appear to be having a blogrant recommending spell of some sort today, and my psychic powers tell me you would enjoy reading
The Prophet Mohammed as Feminist
Statistically, satisfaction with marriage is 50/50 in either case.
But in Western societies, the woman also has the opportunity to marry again, and statistically, second marriages have a much greater chance of being happy (and succeeding — there are fewer divorces).
Frankly, I’d rather take my chance with free will (God gave it to me for a reason), and polygamy is rejected by most civilizations for a reason (many reasons), among them, I believe, that there’s more opportunity for abuse of women.
And I’ll bet dollars to donuts that in societies where the women are educated, have the right to vote, the right to drive and other basic freedoms, it is damn less likely men have the right to plural marriages.
Gee, wonder why that might be? Why only women silenced by their societies see polygamy as natural?
I’m not thrilled with women being viewed as sex objects alone, either — but have noticed that the abuses that come with that territory have been lessened in some degree as professions and education have been opened to them.
My mother’s generation may have been stuck in marriage economically, if for no other reason, and women were considered “old” at 30 or 40, but that at least has changed to some degree.
Again, I’ll take freedom, and all it’s pitfalls, to the reverse.
are terrific advantages, in both east and west.
As you continue your reading, not just my piece but other material on other cultures, including those where plural marriage is NOT the norm but arranged marriage is, you will notice that the horror scenarios of either love or arranged marriage tend to occur with much greater frequency in situations where women have neither education nor economic resources, either on their own account, or through family members.
plugging the joys of plural marriage, not me.
And tying it in with the joys of arranged marriage.
Neither sounds like the wave of the future, to me — in civilized countries in which women have the freedom of education, and employment, among other freedoms.
Especially since it doesn’t seem to be statistically any happier than marriages of choice.
I also don’t see the point of romanticizing two institutions that were traditionally used when women were considered to be less than men, and requiring control of their most basic choices in life, by someone other than themselves.
And apparently, I’m not alone in thinking that.
As an example, this article: “Muslim Women in Europe Claim Rights and Keep Faith”
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/29/international/europe/29women.html?ex=1136523600&en=34bc28d48e1
6f3fe&ei=5059&partner=AOL
Which begins:
“Hanife Karakus, the soft-spoken daughter of Turkish immigrants, is a thoroughly European Muslim. She covers her hair with a scarf, but she also has a law degree and married the man of her choice. Matchmakers exerted no pressure. The couple met on the Internet.”
🙂
That is one of the points of the diary. There are, as you say, arranged marriages that end in horrible tragedy, even death, for the bride, and there are love matches that end with the discarded wife living in a cardboard box with her sickly, starving children, while the newly liberated husband prefers to use the income that once kept the family afloat to pursue more attractive partners.
There are also both arranged and love marriages that are very successful and last a lifetime, and there are those that even if they end,do so amicably and with all involved working together to minimize the damage as much as possible.
Generally speaking, the arranged marriage that is more likely to be successful will be the result of two families who truly love and have the best interests of both bride and groom at heart, as opposed to situations where a daughter who was never wanted in the first place is essentially sold off, either for a bride-price or to a family who will ask little or no dowry, depending on customs, in order to obtain an additional house servant cum breeder.
Similarly, a love match is more likely to succeed when it is entered into by two emotionally whole, wide awake adults who truly love each other and want to share their lives, as opposed to the chunkhurl of terrible reasons that people get married.
I’d like to see more formalized serial mating for those not fortunate enough to partner someone who combines all the matching puzzle pieces needed for every phase of life.
When we are young, lust and infatuation make for exciting sex and brief relationships. Later, we want an economic partner and a parent for our children. Finally, a companion who shares our taste and interests would be nice.
All three sets of expectations are fine, provided both people are on the same page. We run into terrible difficulties when a Phase II dates nothing but Phase I’s, and doesn’t understand what’s wrong.
Maybe name tags ?
Hi. I’m Joe, and I’m Phase III.
You don’t suppose the die-hard Phase I’ers would cheat, do you ?
Maybe people could set up little co-ops, especially for phase II, with an adoption agency and financial advisors to assist like-minded individuals to contribute to education funds, etc. 😉
I like the agency idea !
Without the hovering spectre of “Romance”, people would be more comfortable assessing one another’s suitability as General Partners. Job aptitude, personality traits, family background, training, past performance, assets and liabilities, willingness to relocate, etc. all discussed in a busnesslike atmosphere devoid of embarassment and the intrusion of cheeky body parts. Good, sensible Procreation Phase thinking.
Wait a mo’. Sounds just like the factors parents consider in those arranged marriages.
Great Grandma fell in love with a man her parents did not approve of. He disappeared, she thinks he was murdered, and she found she was pregnant. She stayed with her family but save some money. Finally she decided to immigrate to the US (from Poland, I believe). She gets to the boat with her child and the captain says that he will not take on an unattached female. She goes down the line, finds a bachelor, requests the bachelor to marry her and he does. They come to America and stay together for the rest of their lives. Yes I have all kinds of questions about their relationship, but they are no longer living. But isn’t it fascinating? One can speculate about motives and whether he or she found the other irresistable.
or it could have been duty, that kept them together, but I would prefer to think that she walked down the line and chose the one man with whom she would be happy, perhaps aided in her choice, due to the unusual circumstances, by a joint venture of the guardian angels of both, and that of the baby!
I think the real question to ask yourself is how loving a person you are. I once knew two Indian sisters, one married for love, the other had an arranged marriage; both claimed to be exquisitely delighted with their situations. OTOH, I have seen people dutifully honor their commitment through things that would have sent me running.
Thank you for bringing it up.
Love is about giving. That should not be twisted into becoming a “door mat” or remaining in an abusive situation. Neither of those are situations that will occur within the context of true love. An abusive person is inherently “love impaired.” 😉
In the example you cite, I will bet money I do not have that the sister who is happy in her arranged marriage is able to be so because she is a loving person toward her parents and her family, and as an extension of that will love her husband because he was chosen especially for her by those she loves most.
But the love she feels for him will almost certainly be of a different sort than the sister who chose her own mate.
Interesting that the most difficult part for each of these ladies was living in a compound with their husband’s families and being subordinate to their mothers-in-law. This was worse for the independent younger sister who chose her own mate.
and complaints are common, even when as in the cases you mention, the brides are happy with their husbands.
It can also be quite stressful for the husband, as you may imagine.
It is not a tradition I am particularly fond of, as it can so easily turn what should be one of the most beautiful of human relationships, a woman with a second mother, and a mother with a new daughter, into a source of conflict for both the ladies, and an anguish of divided loyalty for the man who would be a loving son, and also a loving husband.
On the positive side, relatively speaking, once the bride produces a son, the mother in law generally lets up a little bit.
So what happens if the wife has daughters?
Just the thought of having to live with the family and esp. in-laws is enough to vote for love marriage for me. I love mine but praise God I don’t live with them. My sisters may get mad at me for saying this, but between DILs and MILs, there IS such a thing as too much estrogen.
And as my Mom says, “Never give up your seat to anyone–not even to me.” I know that sounds crazy, but I get what she means: I tried insisting that she sit in the passenger seat of the car (because of course, she’s my Mom and older) and she refused. I didn’t think anything of it, but in a quiet and private moment she had aforementioned conversation. Of course, she’s not just talking driving arrangements, obviously, but the point was more than made. And after 9 1/2 years of marriage, I agree.
I also think there IS such a thing as too much testosterone between SILs and FILs. I think it’s a take on the saying, “good fences make good neighbors”–better to keep the bonds strong by having some sort of distance.
But that’s not to say that I think an arranged marriage is “worse” just different. I can frankly see the benefit if both people are clear about what they want and if they agree on the purpose of marriage.
In fact, western love marriages of the upper classes are de facto arranged marriages. Beyond the movie fiction of the plucky secretary or the heart-of-gold hooker (((eye roll))) marrying the successful-but-chastened-now-that-he-really-knows-what-love-is guy, most upper class folks marry other upper class folks. Sure there are exceptions, but one picks his or her mate in a pretty well-defined universe (college, neighborhood, kids of parental friends, etc). And even if someone marries outside of their social network, that person is usually bringing something of perceived “value” to the table: money, “beauty” and for the color struck among people of color, lighter skin. Yes dammit, I went there!
Damned good diary, Ductape!
I think that is a question of culture and individual personality. There are plenty of people who grew up in extended families, move to the US and take to “nuclear life” like a duck to water, and never want to go back.
Others desperately fill the house with cousins and in-laws and anyone else handy because they simply are not comfortable walking into a room – any room – and not finding it occupied by three or four family members.
I once heard a conversation between sisters in law, where the extended family livers were questioning their “nuclear” brother’s wife, who worked in her home office all day, are you really there all alone? no one at all? aren’t you frightened? The sister in law was surprised but explained that as an only child, she was quite used to being alone…the sisters began to talk among themselves, I was alone once, remember that time when we went to the beach and I rode home with neighbor and got back before everyone else? It was horrible! I was terrified! How awful! shivered another. I hope that never happens to me!
In fact, in societies where both extended family AND arranged marriage are the norm, one of the more persuasive arguments for having one’s parents choose the spouse is that their experience and wisdom and greater familiarity with the family will ensure that the daughter will have a compatible living environment. Remember she only has to get along with her husband superficially in a family group setting and briefly for the purposes of ensuring the next generation. Her companions will be his siblings, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins! So while her parents do their best to choose a man that she will be happy with, in case she never “falls in love” with him, his family is a sort of fail-safe.
Auntie, I think you should do a diary on the whole “marry lighter” nonsense. (and if you don’t, I just might!) It has long been quite the craze, from Mumbai to Mombasa to Michoacan to Mississippi, and with some folks, becomes almost an obsession. White people sometimes make the mistake of confusing it with an admiration for the west in general, in reality it is the same thing as children fighting over who will have the spotted kitten, in a litter of all solid ones.
Nevertheless, it has been and continues to be, the author of genuine heartbreak and tragedy for some, and and endless fount of absurdity for millions, not to mention a very lucrative neurosis for the skin whitener industry!
You know, I think I try for both–having extended family and being with the spouse. I’m sure most of our family thinks we’re crazy to be OK with not having kids now. I happen to like being with the hubby. I like my alone time.
Just not all the damned time.
We’re also very family oriented. My brother and SIL are close. My parents are close. I am obviously very close to my wonderful nieces. In fact, I think people think we dote on them because we want kids of our own when in fact, I love them … just because. I have pictures of them since they were babies; I have all manner of arts and crafts that they’ve made; attended baptismals, “graduations”, dance recitals, soccer matches–you name it–and we live about 3 hours away. We’ve kept them for weekends and longer. And we are close to lots of cousins and aunts and uncles.
It seems that the larger society thinks that is strange–it’s one thing to see folks for a family reunion, or if you’re especially close to a child because you were close to your sibling or something. The absolute insistence however, on the so-called “nuclear” family is very isolating and quite frankly, that is strange.
Of course, my perception of family is very elastic, and it includes friends, too. I like to say that Black folks are the only people on earth to have “play” cousins or “play” brothers and sisters, but it’s really how it oughta be b/c not everyone has a family or has a family they can depend on. And even if you did, the more the merrier. I grew up in a neighborhood where you would “mind” and respect the adults as if they were your parents…I routinely called my best friends’ parents “Mom & Dad” and my friends did likewise. Still do. I’m now at the age where more and more of my friends are losing their parents, and it really helps to have someone to comfort you when your own parents are no longer here.
I just sometimes need my space. :<)
It’s like the tug of “individual” vs. “community”–I don’t think it’s all or nothing, but a healthy balance.
Oh, and the light-skinned thing…dear God, why are people still color struck?!?! I’m medium brown, but do you think anybody gives a damn when I’m walking down the street? Not dressed a certain way when in a store or mall where I’m not the majority? I’m just as Black (if they’re being polite) as the day is long. But it’s there.
I once dated a guy who was dark-skinned and of course, thought he was the finest man on the planet. But I was told, to my face, “Oh, he’s cute to be dark.” Talk about a mind fuck! What to say? “Um…thanks?”
On the flip side–I don’t think he ever dated a woman of his skin color. Now it’s been years so I don’t know that to be true anymore but back then…no. Which of course, made me wonder, too.
And I hate to admit, but that shit is in my family, too. I think it’s the older generation but it’s there. My Grandma, for starters. Oh, and incidentally, the hair thing damn near drives me to drink. Jesus, anytime I cut it I get a dirty look from her, followed by, “Why did you cut off all your pretty hair?”
Because I was pretty sick of it! (Mind you, it may be an inch or two–not at all drastic and still not considered “short” hair.) Shit, if I want more, I can just buy some.
My brother, bless his heart is the same way. My SIL has very long hair and he’ll freak out if she cuts it in layers–still the same damned length, mind you, but just shaped up.
I think you see why I need familial balance.
BTW, this IS a diary-worthy subject. Let me ponder this more…
That’s an excellent question. I was at a wedding once where the priest defined true love as a permanent commitment to the other person’s wellbeing. I always think about that when I’m at a wedding. “wellbeing” is such an all emcompassing idea.
Unfortunately, too many young people, and some not so young, get stuck in the “what does this person do for my ego” stage, and never see beyond the reflection of themselves in the other’s eyes.
And you’re right on the money, too.
A wise, wise diary.
Who could read the last paragraph and doubt your qualifications to speak of love ? Certainly not the Swan of Avon:
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav’st me thine not to give back again.
There is a little volume there, with those very lines written on the foreleaf, a birthday gift to her, long ago… 😉
Nice diary and commentary…
History is full of couples who started lifelong relationships on very little prior acquaintence. Of course historically, the priorities of such couples were focused far more on survival, on getting the necessities of life such as shelter, clothing and food, and that common committment to keeping their family sheltered, clothed and fed, and the fact that it took both of them, (often plus neighbors and extended family), to accomplish that, provided a sufficient grounds for the relationship. They went into the marriage thinking of building that family and place in society, of the needs of this family they were creating and the ones that they were born into and related to — and not so much of fulfilling their individual ideals of “happiness.” It’s a different kind of partnership than what we usually think of as “love” in the west, but it’s still a valid one in many parts of the world.
But in the great body of western literature, ranging from Shakespeare’s plays to modern epic fantasy and romance fiction, the arranged marriage is often introduced as a plot device to be a bad thing, something the hero or heroine is vehemently opposed to, often to the point of running away or committing other serious acts of rebellion, even suicide, abandoning that familial duty (because the proposed spouse is objectionable in some serious way, but for whatever reason the family will not listen to the hero/heroine’s complaints).
And it’s not a particularly modern plot device either — look at Tristan and Isolde, Romeo and Juliet, the Arthurian myth cycle, etc. Or the countless tales of young female saints who chose martyrdom rather than marry a non-believer. Medieval literature (the courts of Marie de France and Eleanor of Aquitaine in particular) introduced the concept of Love as separate and quite apart from marriage — in fact, there were even lively (and perfectly serious) debates as to whether Love could exist in marriage at all, or whether it had to ALWAYS be found outside it (ie, in adultery).
So this debate has been with us in the west for a long, long time. Perhaps those stories were popular because those who accepted the spouses their families chose for them liked to dream of what might have been… finding in stories and imagination an ideal of happiness life could not afford? Or perhaps it was the whole idea of rebelling against society’s expectations that made the story interesting enough to tell, and listen to, over and over again (because after all, if there is no inherent conflict in the story, it’s not much to tell)?
Food for creative thought there….
Very well said. And that “survival” aspect, in addition to the idea of women as property, are the basis for the “subordinate to mother in law” custom that still pervails today, even in societal sectors that are NOT agrarian subsistence farmers.
In such societies, the bride is frequently just as much or more a benefit for the mother in law than the groom, an extra pair of hands to help insure that survival, as the mother in law gets on in years, and her own daughters marry and move to the compounds of their husband’s families.
My favorite Woody Allen line: I don’t want to get married, I just want to get divorced.
Let me throw in something you probably don’t want to hear: maybe there are a lot of divorces because the entire idea of marriage is flawed. Also I have to strongly disagree with the concept of “one true love”-many people have found more than one love in their lives and some people are chronically depressed because they bought into the idea and nobody’s showed up. Meanwhile there may be folks in their lives who love them a lot but because the relationship doesn’t fit the mold it’s not given legitimacy.
What exactly does any form of marriage have to offer women? I’m talking real benefits not societal pipe dreams, not the Hollywood or women’s mag nonsense so many people buy into.
expectations, what marriage has to offer women is the same thing it has to offer men: the chance to share their lives with the one they love best in all the world, who loves them in kind.
That is, in my opinion, what marriage is about, what true love is about, whether the parties are same or different genders, eastern or western, rich or poor.
All that heartache you speak of comes, as you point out, through attempting to conform to a social norm, not the pursuit of one’s own actual happiness.
And you are quite right that many people find love more than once in their lives, but with the exception of widows or widowers, the last one is most often the true one. 🙂
I forgot to put in my rant against rampant and insidious couple-ism but it will have to wait-it’s time to go to work.
Great post, but want to ask something semi-relavent.
I was sent to college into an architecture program because of my father’s unrealized dream of being an architect. It turned out disasterously after 3 years – mental collapse, broken relationships, and having transfer down to a degree program that would get me out in 2.5 years but do little for me once I got out. Considering these facts, doesn’t that disqualify his judgement in leading the search to find a wife for his son?
Different expectations in an arranged marriage, I know, but considering that I march (shuffle is more like it) to wholly different beat than my Dad and Mom do, I just get ill thinking about it.
Wow-One True Love-is that like One True God? I guess I’m always somewhat glad when people show their true selves shocking as it may be. This time it’s a reminder that I do have a real life away from what my brother calls “the devil box” (unplugs laptop, puts up on the high shelf and walks out the door).
Now everyone will know that I am an incorrigible, unapologetic, unreconstructed, intractable and inflexible hopeless romantic 🙂
It’s something of a relief, now I no longer have to live a lie.
Like a burnt marshmellow, crusty on the outside, sweet and gooey in the middle. 🙂