But the other day a girlfriend and I were talking about the fact that she is 31 and single. It seems my girlfriends and I spend a lot of time lately neurotically dissecting whether we timed the whole grad school/career/family planning thing correctly, and forwarding each other fearmongering articles that say our eggs might all be dead at this point. Turns out Jamie Lynn Spears may be on to something.
And although I think we have a right to stress about these things, I imagine for my single lovelies, the fears are bigger. Which is why my friend at this point in our conversation informed me her dad had sent her an article from The Atlantic Monthly, “Marry Him!”, advising her to settle for any man, and get on with things.
I first lost my breath, then rolled on the floor with laughter. Nothing could give me a better jolly than imaging my friend’s septuagenarian thrice-divorced father giving out marital and baby-making advice. I simply had to read this article. And then lo and behold, it was reprinted this weekend in The Times here in London.
And you know what… the author says some pretty wise things. Like this gem:
“Once you’re married, it’s not about whom you want to go on vacation with; it’s about whom you want to run a household with. Marriage isn’t a passion-fest; it’s more like a partnership formed to run a very small, mundane, and often boring nonprofit business. And I mean this in a good way.”