Not quite over my what does it all mean phase (although I do sense the end is near) I am seeking solace in strong, opinionated women who also happen to be writers.
Having read and absorbed Elizabeth Gilbert’s novel on the subject of marriage (Committed), I took notice of a particular study called the Marriage Benefit Imbalance. Now while this raises much controversy, the imbalance is still a legitimate theory in sociological study. The study argues that women do not benefit from marriage as much as their male partners do. And while current research and discussions surrounding this topic are far more complex than what I’m touching upon, I do believe the work does have its merits.
Besides Gilbert, I recently found myself drawing from another witty and liberated writer, Dorothy Parker. In honor of Ms Parker, herewith are a few of my favorite quotes:
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.
All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
Take care of luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.
Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.
Women and elephants never forget.
Let me start by clarifying I have no problems with marriage or mating for life. I love partnership and union and everything like that. In fact, I’ve even found my mate. I’m all set.
Then why am I treating it like a dirty word?
Well, the simple ceremony which once represented two people uniting in marriage has become quite simply a cash cow. As soon as you mention the “w” word prices skyrocket. The wedding industry – indeed it is now an entire industry – is capitalizing on what should be your “big day”. I regret what has happened to the pure and simple marriage ceremony, where a dress wasn’t an overpriced gown and the dessert not a million dollar cake.
And whoever said your wedding day is the happiest day of your life? Um, I wish to object. I have the fortune of living some pretty spectacular days and cannot picture this day (as happy as it may be) topping all others.
An excellent example of wedding traditions gone wrong is depicted in the British film, My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Imagine being bruised on the hips or stuck in the car on account of your humongous wedding dress?! Hmmm…. something is not right here.
With so much pressure on the one big day it’s no wonder things are unraveling out of control. What happens if we remove these pressures and put our focus on what really matters – the celebration of marriage vows.
Alight, so it really took something to get under my skin to revive this blog. The revival of this blog has been a long time coming – and a new, fresh look is also on the way.
But back to my point…
Now that summer is over (admit it people), I’ve begun to allow myself the indulgence of dreaming about the upcoming snowboarding season. So when someone recently told me about a fabulous mountain that does not allow boarders, I lost it.
Here’s why. It’s a pretty loud statement saying “you can’t board here”. Look at any mountain that does allows boarders (and most mountains do), the number of people on a board is astounding – we almost outnumber skiers. Just in terms of revenue, whoever is making the decision to not allow boarders is seriously missing a huge money-making opportunity. Plus many skiers are making the transition to boarding, therefore many “older” people now board – thus eliminating the idea of snowboarders as young, obnoxious kids.
This resort (that does not allow boarders), and others like it, are making a sweeping statement by disallowing boarding. Granted, there are the riders who don’t pay attention to the rules, but they are not limited to boarders. Obnoxious people are on anything from ski blades (now /those/should be outlawed) to skis to telemarks.
Just because I happen to prefer to carve down a mountain on a board shouldn’t prevent me from being able to ride at certain mountains. It’s a horrible discrimination. And such discrimination is often made by pretentious, east-coast resorts who have no idea what a snowy mountain is *really* like. I’ll take my Nitro BlackWidow and ride Blackcomb / Whistler (for $99 bucks a day) any day.