My God, My God, I do not understand marriage. Nor do I understand the
craze that seems to suggest to people "hey, even though you've only
known each other for three weeks and have only great physical chemistry
between you, it's still a perfect time to get married because, hey, you
can get divorced should it not work out!"

Where is the gravity for which marriage, a HUGE step, calls? Really,
have all level-headed young women decided the earlier the better for
marriage, perhaps in fear that if not now, when?

LOVE IS NOT LUST. AND MARRIAGE NEEDS TO BE CONSIDERED FOR A LENGTHY
PERIOD OF TIME, ALLOWING FOR LIVING TOGETHERNESS IN ORDER TO DETERMINE
THE DEPTH OF SAID UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. WHY, WHY WOULD  YOU SUBJECT
YOURSELF TO YOUNG MARRIAGE, PREGNANCY, CHILDREN, WHEN STATISTICS SHOW
THAT HALF, THAT'S RIGHT HALF, OF YOU WILL BE DIVORCED WITH STILL AN
UNCOUNTABLE AMOUNT COMPLETELY MARRIED AND UNHAPPY?

BULLSHIT.

That's right, I said bullshit. Buck the fuck up, gain some
self-confidence, and learn to live alone, in charge of only you.
Because if you don't, you'll be pretty damn clueless when you find
yourself abandoned at thirty-five with teenage children and no means of
providing for yourself, much less them. Jesus.

Why is it that stupidity is the least curable, most common epidemic in this country?