And then I get down on one knee...
...in my dreams, of course. For as far as we ladies have come with the women's movement and liberation and the fall of the patriarchy and all that jazz, we still wait around like lilting lilies waiting for the man to propose. Well, except for Pink, who I hear recently proposed to her racing star boyfriend via chalkboard. Good for her, I say.
I wonder why we still put up with it. My guess is that it has something to do with the bag of outmoded fairy tales we are still made to ingest as teeny tots. Prince Charming lifts us all onto his white horse(s) and carries us away to a gleaming multi-spired castle. We're woken with a kiss, to marry someone we've never even met, but hey, we'd hit it, I guess. We're rescued from the dragon, the trolls, the wicked witch, and our mean step-mommies. And so on and so forth.
Now, if we have truly left that mindset behind, which I simply cannot believe, why can't I propose to The Beard? If I did, I believe he would say no, or evade the proposal, or answer, "Someday." Now, that might have something to do with the whole thing. Maybe us ladies are ready for marriage long before the men we love (and love to hate, too, for being commitment phobic). Why can't anyone propose to anyone...consenting adults only, naturally.
But I guess I wouldn't propose, knowing The Beard would probably hem and haw until I finally sighed and rolled my eyes and let him go play video games.
And now for a quote, from an article in W Magazine:
The statistics on arranged marriage are surprising. In every country where it is still common practice, including Afghanistan, India, Iraq, Iran and, to a lesser extent, Japan, an arranged marriage has a higher success rate than a so-called "love marriage."I've always been intrigued by the idea...