Mrs Deni's comment

I remember in 5th or 6th grade, Mrs. Deni addressed the french class with something that, made more sense then than it does now. I don't even know what triggered this memory. But her close to accurate words were:

Sedeso will probably be the first to get married from you lot. Eastern men like her type. She's tall, fair, pretty, and has long hair.  

She immediately categorized me into the 'marriageable' type based on my looks.  Superficial I know.

I look back now and consider the possibilities. Renee S whom we all thought would be the last to get hitched was actually the first to go. She always had that careless attitude about the whole issue but seems very happy now. Whereas the ones who were brainwashed into thinking they are worth nothing in this society unless they get married and have always been very keen are still 'single'.

I surely do despise plenty of issues belonging to this society's mentality.

-for sticking more to horrendous traditions than the proper religion
-for calling a woman (of lesser purity) simply because she menstruates
-for always assuming that a break up is the woman's fault
-for considering bare-faced women pious and nice looking women with some makeup on as sluts
-for always saying women's reputations get tainted more easily than men's
-for the alarmingly high marital - cheating rates
-and many many more reasons.

But most important of all, I despise this mentality for making women feel inferior and incomplete unless they get married and no degree, wealth, or success is ever good enough. It doesn't matter if her husband abuses her. It doesn't matter if she is unhappy. By their standards, her vocation in life is to get married and have children and give up everything to achieve this dream. It's not like she is a human being and has the right to decide whether she wants to get married or remain single.

Somebody needs to explain this to my mother and tell her how wrong this way of thinking is before she drives both herself and yours truly mad.

On a more cheerful note, I remind you of a scene from MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING, when the father pulls a baby's frown and cries: why you make me sad? Why you not get married and have babies. 

Till we meet again,
Sedeso