Marriage is dumb. Alas, the nature of the discussion about it has rarely eclipsed the erudition of the previous sentence… until now. For too long, the case against marriage has suffered from holding itself to a low standard, due to the fact that it was up against such feeble opposition. Arguing against an institution whose chief proponents wholeheartedly embrace the notion of making major life decisions based on the perceived plausibility of fairy tales just doesn’t inspire intellectual rigor. But it isn’t simply church folk and women who read Cinderella a few too many times before getting their first period that fall for one of the greatest acts of wishful thinking in our society, it’s anyone who fails to comprehend the fact that there exists a reality beyond their own desires. This is because the anti-marriage notions floating about our memesphere consist of various tripe spewed by those who take their marching orders from fantasies about how the world works which are only slightly more believable than the ones provoking the god squad’s deranged perambulations. From both the individualistic and collectivist ends of the ideological spectrum (‘marriages inhibit free association’, ‘marriage confers on people the status of property, and property is theft’, ‘blah blah, if my political cult ran the world, things would be perfect’) to some poorly understood biological inferences (‘human beings aren’t supposed to be monogamous’), to pseudo-rebellious contrarianism (‘marriage is too conventional for someone like me’, spoken by goth rock doyen Marylin Manson, who, I shit you not, was married like a year later)… with such pitiful standard bearers holding the line against the delusion of connubial bliss, it isn’t surprising that people continue to blithely get hitched.
This ends now, I tells you, for I’m about to wield the hardest of the hard sciences to unceremoniously bludgeon the modern conception of marriage into the ontological hereafter. That’s right, it’s way beyond time someone guzzled a few cold, delicious pints of physics and pissed hot, steaming entropy all over a flowing white gown… might as well be me. If you aren’t familiar with the concept of entropy and don’t feel like cracking open a tab to wikipedia, it is decay and disorder, which, according to the laws of thermodynamics, tend to increase in closed systems. Could you dumb it down a shade? Sure. Without outside input, things wither and die. It is precisely the degree to which a marriage resembles a ‘closed system’ that determines its long-term feasibility. If getting married was widely regarded as something you do to create a stable platform for raising a family and nothing else, you wouldn’t hear a peep out of me, or Sir Isaac Newton. If marriage was solely a conspicuous display of romantic love, and the business of sharing a household and turning little retarded midgets into functioning adults was kept entirely separate, I would serve myself up a generous helping of shut the fuck up on the matter. If marriage didn’t require you to forego any other emotionally or physically satisfying interactions and value it above all, by decree, I would be bitching about another stupid movie or writing about how the work of Howard Bloom applies to my sex life right this very second. But it does all those things and more, so here we are.
Your spouse, in the idiotic overreach that modern marriage aims for, must be your best friend, dream lover, co-parent, soul mate, room-mate, uniquely trusted confidante, life partner, the only one who truly gets you, a constant source of unconditional love… and your golf buddy. Woe betide you for permitting anyone else to fulfill any of those roles, or you’re an adulterer, guilty of an emotional affair, refusing to grow up, betraying a cosmic bond, yadda, yadda, yadda. If seeking any sort of outside stimulation wasn’t frowned upon, or proscribed outright, the system could be refreshed by occasional infusions of exogenous sexual, emotional, intellectual, or whatever kind of energy prevents you from morphing into a defeated 300lb zombie. But instead, the system must remain closed, lest we admit that the fantasy is untenable. So people try to convince themselves that a pregnant housewife is sexy, that your soul mate hasn’t become your soul’s mortal enemy, that you should stay together for the sake of the kids, that it is possible to trade freedom for security, that you can have all your needs met by one person, for the rest of your life, and that any attempt at apostasy regarding this faith should be dissuaded by staggering financial consequences, then they ride that bitch till the wheels fall off.
I won’t even bother using the high divorce rate as indicative of an increase in entropy being an inevitable byproduct of modern marriage, because someone could make the counterpoint that an equal amount of marriages persist (let’s disregard for a second that embracing a probability of success equal to that of a coin toss in making what is ostensibly the most important decision of your life should disqualify you from any pretensions to reasoned discourse). Here’s the thing no one ever tells you about the divorce rate: it isn’t high, it’s low… really bloody low. People tend to only avail themselves of the option to terminate a marriage when they are absolutely irredeemably miserable, particularly once they are a few years in. To bring some more physics into this disquisition, the most powerful force in human affairs is inertia, and it takes an awful lot more to change the fundamental arrangement of one’s life than it does to overcome rolling resistance. Witness, based on how many plain old boyfriend/girlfriend relationships limp along way past their expiry date, that people will remain in sub-optimal, declining relationships which subsume their identity, because absent the impetus of crushing despair, the motor of change, like genuine self-awareness, is the provenance of the few. Now add to the difficulty of dissolving any entrenched relationship the roadblock of onerous cost (monetary, emotional, and social) divorce provides, and you have a truly bleak picture. Plenty of people aren’t divorced, but they’re not fooling anyone, and they sure as shit ain’t fooling science.
I’m not saying that it is impossible to have a rich and fulfilling kinship with a primary companion throughout life, I’m just letting you know that the laws of physics can tell you exactly how much entropy will result from the constraints you place on it. People change, relationships change, the heady stew of neurochemicals that accompany new love fade in time, and the only purpose of marriage is to keep you anchored in place when things go bad, because no one needs a contract compelling them to stay somewhere when they’re happy as shit to be there. Uncertainty is one of the vagaries of life, and when we aspire to hedge against it, the illusion of certainty is an incredibly tempting thing to turn to (cough, religion, cough). Alas, illusions blind us to the brewing tempest of disaster that reality rudely foists upon us, serving only to delay our employment of our one legitimate weapon against the pummeling we receive at the cruel hands of fate… our ability to adapt. In a chaotic world, open, dynamic systems flourish, while closed systems inevitably fray and collapse. If you understand this, wed at your discretion, if not, do so at your peril, but you can’t say I never warned you.