(C-BINO) Confirmed Bachelor In Name Only
August 15, 2003
by Bernard Chapin
Jim
Antle wrote a fine
piece last week about the under-publicized phenomena of contemporary
man’s cognitions interfering with the institution of marriage. Antle
uses himself as an example and his words resonate with fellows like
me who find themselves to be in the same boat.
His piece offered some excellent hypotheticals as to why men may
no longer be moved to marry. Specifically, one of the deterrents
he mentioned was that fathers get crucified by the court system: “The
men's rights movement would contend that this is because men fear
that divorce courts stacked against them would ruin their lives if
their marriages went bad.” Divorce courts are definitely an ominous
presence in every informed man’s mind.
I used to work with a special education teacher who planned on retiring
in May of 2000. In August of 2000 I happened to see him at a meeting
I attended. I asked a co-worker, “What the hell is he doing here?”
The answer wasn’t pretty. “His wife divorced him after she ran off
with some guy she met at a mental hospital during detox [!]. Part
of the settlement was that she gets half his pension. He’s never
retiring.” Stories like these would freak out even the most infatuated
man. My friend Robert is also a testament as to how the courts can
destroy a husband (“Custody
Court Massacre,” ).
As if that’s not reason enough, Mr. Antle gives another compelling
explanation: “But the many people may have a simpler motivation still
to avoid marriage: They are creatures of habit already living comfortably
as single people.” This is tough to refute. The last thing I want
to do with my hard-earned cash is spend it on some over-the-hill princess
with a bad Nordstrom’s habit [“Miss, most women in their thirties
aren’t princesses; they’re called spinsters”]. Living by oneself
and answering to no one is a great pleasure that should not mindlessly
be frittered away. It is a wonderful thing to wake up on a Saturday
morning with complete freedom.
Further, for those of us in our thirties, loneliness is no longer
an issue. If it were, we would have already married the first battle
ax that crossed our path (actually I did, and boy did I suffer!).
The last time I personally felt lonely was during the Reagan Administration,
so the desire to have someone constantly around no longer influences
my behavior.
Yet, even with all the aforementioned arguments and intelligence,
I find that I cannot bring myself to condemn marriage. I know that
this will irritate many a reader, but I sincerely believe that marriage
is a valuable institution that makes society possible.
“What is the word known to all men?” James Joyce asked. The word
is “love.”
It is not a phrase like “club level seating at the United Center.”
It is not a car named Lexus, and it’s not a bevy of whores in Amsterdam.
Love is the rationale for preserving marriage. Not merely love between
man and woman, but also a father’s love for his children.
Regardless of what evil radical feminists may preach, there is no
substitute for an active and caring father in a child’s life. No
amount of toys or trips or snacks can replace dad’s firm but loving
hand.
I work at an urban alternative school, and I’ve seen the effects
of non-existent men first hand. The one thing universally missing
from the lives of our students is the word “father.” The school is
filled with fatherless boys and girls, and the vast majority of them
eventually experience run-ins with the law or pregnancy before the
age of 20. Now, I agree that my school is by no means representative
of the whole, but it does showcase just how bad things can get in
a fatherless home.
The desire to have children, raise them, and build a meaningful life
is something deep within a man’s heart. Paul Craig Roberts wrote
one of the best
columns that I’ve ever read about the male desire to find women
worthy of marriage in our libertine age. He is right that marriageable
women are no longer the norm within our society and, in fact, are
a great rarity.
With all this in mind, it is my opinion that a man should only get
married if there’s a possibility of having children. Kids alone merit
risk and sacrifice. They are the only justification for subjecting
oneself to a possible pack of white tipped lawyers who swim around
marital disputes. The desire to educate and guide youth is an end
in itself. Few things are more fulfilling. Being needed is far more
rewarding than always being in need.
I acknowledge that many women fall in love with bad boys who will
leave them pregnant at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and
that makes our job in selecting a wife all the more difficult. On
top of that, the DNA information coming out on female infidelity is
hardly confidence inspiring. However, if you’re lucky enough to find
a partner who wants to be a mother and is not materialistic, then,
I believe, you’ve got to take a chance. Women with maternal instincts
are worth a roll of the dice.
Besides, marriage is a much more viable option when not discussed
in the abstract. It’s easy to dismiss an imaginary person, but after
finding a great woman, it is hard to think only in terms of the worst
case scenario.
This last part is exactly what has happened to me. A little less
than a year ago I met a girl in her mid-twenties who hates partying,
loves kids, has a pleasant disposition, can entertain herself, and
tolerates all of my jackassian opinions. She would have been a great
catch 40 years ago, but now, in this pathological time of radical
feminism, she’s as irreplaceable as Martin Brodeur is with five minutes
left in the third period after your star defensemen was issued a five
minute major. Translation: Having her as a wife would be a blessing,
and perhaps the best thing to ever happen to me.
In the final analysis, I’ll ride along with Mr.Antle for 90% of his
journey, but, at the last minute– before we reach our bachelor dude
ranch destination– I’m going to jump out of the Yugo and roll into
the air of uncertainty.
Bernard Chapin
Bernard Chapin
is a writer in Chicago.