MARRIAGE: A FRAUD AND A FAILURE? (I)
POLA
DEBEVOISE: He was nice. I thought
he’d have lunch.
LOCO
DEMPSEY: Listen. The first rule
is, gentlemen callers have got to wear a tie. If we begin with characters like
him, we might as well throw in the towel… The thing to remember is, a man in
the cold cuts is not as attractive as one in the mink department.
POLA
DEBEVOISE: He was cute.
LOCO
DEMPSEY: Sure he was. I never
met a gas jockey that wasn’t.
POLA
DEBEVOISE: Is that what he
is?
LOCO
DEMPSEY: You bet your life he
is. I know, I married one once.
—How to marry a millionaire, 1953,
Jean Negulesco.
ONE DAY, when I used to suit up, I
went to an important meeting. I took the elevator up to the last floor, where a
hostess was already waiting for me. She walked me through what seemed to be an endless maze of rooms. The conference room had a
breathtaking view of the city. Four men and I were standing, waiting for the
bigwig of the company. Soon he came in, greeted everybody and made me sit down
next to him.1 My butt had not touched the chair when I heard:“Are
you married?”
Oh
boyyyyyyyy…
I managed to sit down realizing that this was a very
personal question, completely inappropriate for that setting. But right away I considered
it was inoffensive, that I had no reason to make such a big deal out of it. I
gave him the short answer.
“No.”
To my astonishment, he blurted out, “You are very
intelligent.”
I must confess, my Dear Readers, that these words
have been dwelling on my head since then. So this man of experience was telling
me that single is a synonym for intelligent. And who doesn’t want to be
intelligent, huh?
Tell you the truth, I have never been in such a
trouble. No boyfriend ever popped up the question. Neither did I. But, looking
back, I’ve noticed that over the years my understanding about marriages has drastically changed.
Is marriage a fraud and a failure?—as Mortimer
Brewster (Cary Grant) declared in his book in the film Arsenic and a lace.
Is a single woman smart?—as the bigwig rushed to
shout.
To play sociologist here, I can’t say a categorical
yes to any of them.
Sure enough, men and women are driven to get
married, but for different purposes. Men usually tie the knot in search for a
status, and they look for a companion when they are financially secure. Besides,
when they start to see his friends walking out the aisle, social pressure
starts to hit hard—though it usully comes later for men than for women. On
the other hand, women feel the need to get married for biological matters: to
procreate; aside from getting the emotional support. So when a man, who has
already a certain position in society, likes a girl, who has received the baby
waking call, they sign the deal that comes with ‘till death do us apart’. VoilĂ .
Nevertheless, this well-trodden circuit has
exceptions. Of course. For instance, now women are delaying marriage to pursue
their careers; and some bachelors, who lived The War of the Roses in their childhood, most likely they will leave holy matrimony
for the old age, or even for the next life.
So, yes, my Dedicated Readers, people from all walks
of life get married because of a mix of love and social pressure.
From the outset, it becomes obvious to me that those
reasons are too weak. You can pull your gun in your sleep, but one thing you
got to admit: Not everybody hears the same drums; not everybody dances at
the same pace. I am not against marriage, but I am against conventional
marriage. I might or might not marry my companion. This is not an important matter. The nub of the question lies on the foundation that underpins the relationship. Next week, I’ll throw my thoughts. At the meantime, I’ll say a little prayer for you.