I was having a fairly one-sided discussion about marriage and bonds with a friend of mine last night, and I was flustered to find out that my views border on pagan at best.
Marriage, is beyond question, the worst of all the arrangements imposed by man on his society; a wholly unnatural arrangement super-imposed on the normal male-female attraction. It’s man’s second worst inhumanity to man (War being the worst, although many a man has gone to war to escape a marriage) and has obviously been devised as a means of punishing man for his failure to love God by destroying normal affection through an arrangement which demeans the participants and transforms what should be joy, into duty.
Let’s begin at the beginning, with two people in love: immature and usually uninstructed on the subject of love and marriage and knowing nothing more about it than what they’ve observed – heaven help them! – in their own homes or learned from their grubby peers or heard shouted about by some bearded crazy twanging an amplified guitar. They know little about each other except that they can kiss without bumping noses and that each creates pleasant sensations in the other’s groin.
Society now conspires to put these two children under pressure to get married and sooner or later, they enter upon a tribal ritual as kooky as any practiced by the most benighted of aboriginals. She and he and all their friends play dress-up and the entire ridiculously costumed group ends up in a church or a temple.
There, the priest invariably mumbles some ancient words to which nobody pays the slightest attention. Impossible vows are taken, various lies are sworn to, metal rings are traded and in grave, end-of-the-world tones, our two unfortunates are informed that they are husband and wife.
Afterwards, there is a party where everybody drinks too much and the bride’s mother ritually cries. All this mandatory nonsense out of the way, the hapless children get into a car with lewd witticisms painted on it and drive off to a motel bedroom smelling of stale tobacco smoke and boasting of venereal-disease-free toilet seats. There, despite the fact that they are utterly exhausted, and a bit drunk, and would be better off if they just went to sleep, they feel duty bound to copulate.
I don’t agree with most of what he says, as this is a very cynical article. But certainly is a good read. 😀