Insane Rant

So why get married? Why spend the rest of your life with only one person? Why do people feel the urge to “Settle”, and as if that’s not bad enough, why do we get the urge to settle when we’re young? Known fact: almost 50% of marriages since 2003 end in divorce. That’s half, for those of you who can’t do even the simplest math. But why get married at such a young age? Known fact: Young people still want to get married. Why? We even have superficial role models, ala Carrie Braless, um, Bradshaw, on Sex In The City. Old women looking for the right man while screwing all the wrong ones. Lesson well learned. I mean, why not? Never mind the age of AIDS, that’s no biggie, right? Better find The Perfect Mate right away. This show targets my age group. I want to BE Carrie Bradshaw. I want to be glamorous! I want to be beautiful! I want to be size zero with a great wardrobe and hair that has been so influenced by sex that it’s climaxing even while I’m not! I want Carrie Bradshaw! I demand Carrie Bradshaw! Bring me Carrie Bradshaw! But I digress.
Why get married? Will somebody explain why I’m cursed with this “damned if I do and dammed if I don’t” theory. I want to have a career, travel, be well educated, find the perfect man, find the perfect t place to live, live in at least four countries before settling down, have a career that will allow all that, be able to have a bank account that will not only cover the expenses of my life of luxury but also my future kids collage tuition, and be a house mom when it’s demanded of me (as it inevitably will, even in this age. A midnight cough has no respect for Neo-Feminism.). What the Hell kind of life am I living when I feel the pressure of expectations welling up inside of me when I’m only –only- 20 years old!?!?! Explain this to me, please, I’m oh so young and naïve, and above all, perhaps the only one of my wonderful paradox of an age group who either has a great lonely grip on reality, or is completely and blissfully insane. Either way, it makes very little sense that I can count off on two hands the amount of girls in my graduating class whose maxim ambition was to get married and become a baby machine by age 23. For lack of a better term, ew.
So why, then, is there this insistent nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach, like some little guilt or secret indulgence that I feel I must have? Why, in the age of said equality, do I feel the nagging urge to snag the man, and get him to commit for keeps? Why? This makes the same amount of sense as an Arts student in a Quantum Physics final. And that’s all I have to say about that.

-K

Quote du Jour

I'm a red hot pistol and I'm ready to fight
I'm a 38 special on a Saturday night
I'm gonna kiss your boo-boo honey
make it alright
'cause I'm ready, so ready
-Steven Tyler