Unhooked and Unsettled: Scared of Marriage (via Reactionary Century)

So, I logged on today to actually post about my trip to Bolivia’s salt flats when this blogger’s post (and purple “My Little Pony” looking unicorn) caught my eye. Read it. Identified with some if it. Liked it. Personally, I’m beginning to wonder if marriage is in the cards for me … whether I actually in fact want it or it is the pressure of culture/family/friends/religion that make me think that I might. I’m pretty sure many people out (t)here think the same, (at least) once in their lives. I’m just not sure if “being scared” is my reason for thinking these thoughts though … I think on my end, it’s more of a lack of trust.  Then again, living in the capital of a country (Santiago, Chile) where people don’t usually get married until their late thirties or forties (because apparently you’re not an adult until you’ve reached the big 3-0), where men think that the women are divas and call marriage “matri-suicidio” and the women think the men are clueless and immature, where foreigners live here temporarily (from mere months to a few years), many of whom are lone wolves seeking change and adventure … for these reasons it’s hard for me to think that marriage is at all necessary.  That is, until one wants to have children and raise a family.  And at this point in life, teaching music to three hundred 4-6 year olds is enough kids for now.

By Nicolle This week, in a conversation about engagements, a regular blog reader commented to me, “You hate that stuff.” By “stuff,” he meant marriages, engagements, bachelorette parties, wedding showers, wedding ceremonies, receptions and diamond rings. I responded defensively and got slightly upset that he’d think such a (in my mind) false thing. “You write a blog about it,” he continued. “About hating that stuff.” Let me take this opportunity … Read More

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