My thoughts on arranged marriage
Aug. 20th, 2004 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greybetaI'm back home from our nation's capital. The conference was pretty cool, as I got to meet a lot of awesome people. Vietnamese youth from France, Germany, Belgium, and Australia attended, so you could call it an international affair. I did the whole tour thing, though we couldn't visit the White House or Pentagon because of the terror alert. I must say the new WWII memorial looks pretty awesome. I'd also have to say my speech went over fairly well with the audience. On Saturday, I did go to the wedding of my second cousin (it was the first and probably the last time I will ever see the guy).
I guess it's time to let go of one of the big guns. Now I have something that will explain a bit of my unique perspective on life. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always thought I would get an arranged marriage. No, not the arranged marriage where one set of parents has a son and another has a daughter and they go, hmmm, let’s force these two to get married even though they probably won’t end up loving each other. Those days have long past.
Every time I mention this to someone (usually because I mention that I fail to understand American courtship rituals), I get some response involving what true love is. Daniel, happiness isn’t going to fall into your lap. Love isn’t easy; love is something you have to discover and fight for.
But let me think about this. My parents know me fairly well, and they know my socioeconomic standing. So, they’re probably the best people to match me up with someone of similar interests and socioeconomic background. And, contrary to popular opinion, I actually have a choice in the matter. I call it an arranged marriage, but it’s more of a marriage arranged by the parents. What’s the difference? I have the latter, and in the latter I have veto power.
So what kind of woman do I hope for? I’m actually pretty picky. So far, I’ve figured out that she’s going to be Asian, possess awesome cooking skills, and have the ability to hold meaningful conversations with me. A big plus would be an insight into people, which is something I admire in my mom (I’ve heard that boys look for girls like their mothers and girls look for boys like their fathers). Eh, maybe I shouldn’t be so finicky and settle for two of the above.
I guess it's time to let go of one of the big guns. Now I have something that will explain a bit of my unique perspective on life. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always thought I would get an arranged marriage. No, not the arranged marriage where one set of parents has a son and another has a daughter and they go, hmmm, let’s force these two to get married even though they probably won’t end up loving each other. Those days have long past.
Every time I mention this to someone (usually because I mention that I fail to understand American courtship rituals), I get some response involving what true love is. Daniel, happiness isn’t going to fall into your lap. Love isn’t easy; love is something you have to discover and fight for.
But let me think about this. My parents know me fairly well, and they know my socioeconomic standing. So, they’re probably the best people to match me up with someone of similar interests and socioeconomic background. And, contrary to popular opinion, I actually have a choice in the matter. I call it an arranged marriage, but it’s more of a marriage arranged by the parents. What’s the difference? I have the latter, and in the latter I have veto power.
So what kind of woman do I hope for? I’m actually pretty picky. So far, I’ve figured out that she’s going to be Asian, possess awesome cooking skills, and have the ability to hold meaningful conversations with me. A big plus would be an insight into people, which is something I admire in my mom (I’ve heard that boys look for girls like their mothers and girls look for boys like their fathers). Eh, maybe I shouldn’t be so finicky and settle for two of the above.
