By Caitlin Kelly
If there’s one obsession I will never really fathom, it’s rushing young women posthaste to the altar.
Let alone a long line of people — parents/friends/relatives/room-mates/newspaper columnists — shoving them there.
Can we say “heteronormativity?”
Sure we can!
The latest slugest over how to find a decent husband is “Marry Smart”, written by a female Princeton graduate, advising women to get married while they’re still in college, surrounded by — she insists — their best choices; i.e. smart, driven, likely affluent men, (or women.)
Nor, she asserts, will women ever again be as attractive. Even better, kids, get plastic surgery to fix all those jiggly/weird bits while you’re still (yes, really) in high school.
Here’s feminist blog Jezebel’s take on it:
Marry Smart, the retrograde pile of garbage that the ‘Princeton Mom’ has sandwiched between two pieces of cardboard and called a book, drops today. That means Susan Patton is currently making the media rounds, questioning the notion of date rape and insisting that she is “not a provocative person.”
…all copies of Marry Smart will be banned from our separatist compound, and our turkey baster parties are just lovely.
And from Salon:
just exaggerated parroting of dominant and destructive cultural norms, she has styled herself as a cartoon mouthpiece for these ideas.
For a different perspective, here’s part of the favorable review from the socially conservative Wall Street Journal:
Since men, even young college men, distinguish between the women they want to have casual sex with and the women they want to marry and have children with, Ms. Patton devotes much of her book to telling readers how to fall into the second category. Avoid the campus hookup scene—it’s a waste of precious time. Don’t binge-drink—you will do stupid things. Realistically assess your looks and act accordingly: If you are only a “six,” that handsome “ten” knows he can do better than you and is probably out of your league. Lose excess weight. Act like a lady. Don’t swear like a fishwife. Learn to cook. Don’t be a whiny, moody, spoiled, entitled princess (“hothouse tomato” is Ms. Patton’s term). Cultivate a generous spirit and a readiness to forgive. Don’t chase after “bad boys,” especially if they display traits such as drug abuse and physical violence. Don’t be a gold-digger (“earn your own fortune”).
– Not every woman wants to marry, ever
– Not every woman wants to have children
– Many women are too busy learning, studying and planning their lives to put a ring on it after four years on campus
– Who’s to say your “best choice” is a fellow student?
I’d love to see a similarly finger-wagging book aimed at men, but I’m not holding my breath.
I had a great time at university, double-majoring in English and boys. It was a lot of fun, certainly for a young woman who had been viciously bullied for 2.5 years of high school, and doubted any man would find her attractive. Many did. That was a pleasant surprise, and I took advantage of it.
One of my beaux, whom I dated in my freshman year after meeting him the very first week of school, was a lovely man five years my senior, a fellow journalist. A decent and well-raised man, he made marital noises, but I was having none of it.
We later married others — both of whom left us when we were living in foreign countries where we’d followed them — and we have since re-married, each very happily, again.
I loved him dearly and we remain friends, decades later. But I knew, even at 20, this was not the man for me.
Yes, some people are delighted to marry very young, and it all works out.
It struck me as terrifyingly claustrophobic, even as I had several proposals from handsome, smart, hardworking men when I was in my 20s. I just didn’t want to get married that young, and married only when I was 35, to a handsome, smart, Ivy-educated, hardworking physician I had already known for five years.
Who walked out barely two years later and promptly re-married a co-worker.
It took me a long time to find a man who is an excellent husband.
Would Susan Patton have told me to marry him? Hell, no!
We come from different countries, races, religions and socioeconomic backgrounds. He attended state school on scholarship funds through his father’s church.
He’s a gem. But it took the loupe of mid-life appreciation to see that.
We may not have a clue who’s our best match in our 20s, 30s or even our 40s.
How about you?
What advice — whatever your age — would you offer to a young woman hoping to find a good life partner?