The Wheel of Time turns, and….
Ha. Sorry. Couldn’t help it. You know, after decades and decades of listening to people harping on about women and their biological clocks and “all women want to get married as soon as possible” crap, it’s sorta funny to see the tables turned:
For ages, men who have reached a certain age — 35, perhaps, or 40 — and found themselves single have freaked out. These days, their quests to settle down seem not to be the exception, but the rule.”
::snicker:: You know, there’s a social pressure aspect to it that comes into play for men about 30-35; the same pressure women often feel at 20-25 if they’re not at least in a “serious relationship.” I work with a couple of guys in that crucial “over thirty but not yet forty” range, and I can tell you that they’re wife shopping with as much or more zeal than their late-twenties, early-thirties female counterparts.
35 is the magic number for the guys I work with. They’re getting itchy. How much of that is nature, and how much is society saying, “Uh, dude, if you have kids now, they’ll be 20 when you’re 55. Better get going! Start up the interviews!” is anybody’s guess.
But it’s damn funny. Twenty years ago, nobody would have even mentioned guys who were eager to get married. We’d keep pretending that the only people interested were women.
Well, you know what? When women are able to financially support themselves, have kids with the help of friends or donors, and create their own lives independently, there’s also not so much of a push for them to hook up with some random guy, either.
This is the scary female autonomy everybody’s freaked out about.
Women who are free to live the lives they choose.
Scary.
