The
other day, I was reading an article in one of the dailies in which the author
was bitterly lamenting about apparent ‘shortage’ of ‘good, respectable and
eligible men to marry. From her bitter harangue about how ‘irresponsible men
are these days’ in comparison to what she termed as ‘lovely, decent and
responsible women who would make great wives and mothers’, it would be safe to
assume that she was still in the club of the unhitched and was thus simply
giving vent to her frustrations and that of her single friends, at failing to
secure a husband.
Generally
speaking ‘there are no good single men out there’ and ‘all good men are taken’
are two common place sentiments firmly and annoyingly ingrained in the mind-set
of many a single woman out there who, for one reason or the other, has failed,
is frustrated or is yet to hit the jackpot in the mad scamper to secure a
‘good’ man with whom to tie the matrimonial knot.
This
defeatist attitude of the lonely females club is further reinforced by the
belief that today’s’ man is ill-mannered, irresponsible, lazy slob with no
ambition and drive and whose sole occupation in life is drinking and generally
being mean as opposed to the picture perfect men of yester-generation who was
(assumed) to be the epitome of good husband and excellent father. Now, whether
this claim is true or false is a topic for another day.
Truth
be told however, it is not that there are no 'eligible' or ‘good’ men out
there. Rather, it is the cynical attitude unmarried women generally harbor
towards men and marriage that is the biggest stumbling block in their quest to
satiate the marital craving. To this league of damsels in distress, there are
no good men out there. End of debate. No discussions about it. It’s like
hunting for a job while armed with the misconception that there are no jobs out
there. As long as the slanted perception that women are the 'good girls'
automatically primed to make ‘good wives and mothers’ while their male
counterparts are projected as the 'devils' unworthy of becoming husbands and
fathers persists, there will always exist a 'scarcity' of 'good' men.
That
said, how does one determine that a single woman is 'good enough to make a
decent wife and mother' even before the said woman dabbles into the world of
marriage? Is this not a classic case of judging a book by its cover? In my
orbit, it is considered a common practice to give opportunity first to someone
to showcase their abilities (or its lack thereof) at something before
condemning or commending them?
On
the flip-side however, the perception that there are no ‘good’ men (or all good
men are taken) out there is negated by the mere fact that plenty of weddings
and marriages are taking place every other weekend. Wherever you turn, be it in
church, the streets or the TV screens, scenes of women getting married and
happily claiming to have found their ‘perfect’ gentleman will not fail to greet
you. The question which begs answering is thus, where do the (numerous) women tying
the knot every other weekend find their ‘good’ men if the said 'good' men are
extinct or are already taken? Could they be covertly ‘manufacturing’ their good
men at a clandestine factory somewhere or are they getting married to the
‘good’ men who have been taken?
Here is the reason you are
still single!
Besides,
when one fails to secure a husband, when a woman remains single, who says her
single status is automatically attributable to ‘lack of good, eligible men’?
Look here you single ladies, the problem,
if at all there exists one, could
be you. You could be the only one (or together with your horde of
equally self-conceited friends) who think you possess decent qualities to make
you a decent wife and mother. Your supposed ‘good’ qualities could be repulsive
to the men you date or meet to make them do a runner on you, or make them act
manner-less in an attempt to get rid of your conceited self. For example, you
could be among the horde of smug women whose achievements have gone into their
heads consequently making them think men are intimidated by them.
Two,
just because someone does not fit within the strict and stifling confines of
your husband eligibility criteria does not mean they are not eligible at all. They
are eligible alright, but not just to you. One woman’s meat is
another woman’s poison, you know! A man with a big nose or crooked feet and
empty bank account may not be in your league of eligible bachelors, but to
another woman, such man is the epitome of Prince Charming! Stop the denigration
against someone else’s meat, you choosy oaf!
It
is not yet you time!
What happened to the age-old adage that there is a time for everything under
the sun? Your time to jump onto the marital bandwagon has not yet come and that
is why you are yet to meet your ‘good and eligible’ Mr. Right or Prince
Charming or whatever. In the meantime, stop mouthing off hate speech against
men-folk (it ruins your ‘good girl’ reputation), jump right into the muddy
dating puddle and kiss yourself a thousand slimy frogs. Stop your cynical
gymnastics and desperation just because your girlfriend has met her match ahead
of you.
It
is also in the company that you keep.
You can’t expect to be in the company of an all single women’s outfit whose
sole full-time occupation is to belittle and deprecate men at every opportunity
and still expect to find a suitor among the flock of men whose reputation you
so flagrantly flog in public and private. If you are jobless, you seek
professional advice from the league of the salaried individuals on pliable
tricks of finding yourself a job, like them. By the same virtue, you stop
whining about your status to the clueless and unmarried friends and make
yourself friends from the married pool. You’re bound to get jewels of
advice.
Your
perception that
men are all dogs clouds your judgment. Even when you have one sitting right
in front of you, your mind keeps somersaulting and projecting onto the man
certain bad traits of some sloth of men you may have encountered in your horrid
past. Just like your panties, your attitude needs a fresh change if you are to
retain a man.
Or
you were never meant to get married. At all! End of story.