Much has been made about the irrelevance of the nuclear family in an age of
divorce, gay marriage, co-habitation, and the prolongation of singleness. Other
than procreation, what in fact is so great about an institution which survives
fitfully, and has become the velvet bourgeois cushion for the middle class?
Most educated, mobile, ambitious, and privileged individuals either refuse or
put off the ball and chain and the clank of key in rusted lock of medieval
dungeon cell.
In former times marriage was absolute and essential. The heritage of kings
and courtiers depended on right alliances and proper offspring. Peasants relied
upon marriage certificates and wifely fidelity to assure that they were not
working back-breaking hours for bastards. Marriage fulfills God’s injunction to
be fertile and multiply within an acceptable social framework. In the Catholic
Church it is a sacrament, a blessed institution anointed by God himself and
reflective of his relationship to his only begotten son.
Marriage has been the foundation of human society for millennia. However
consecrated or observed, the union of a man and a woman was sanctified by
church, state, and society. It was the guarantor of property and civil rights,
the model for respectful social behavior, the corral for a wild, independent
herd, and social security for the aged and infirm. It was a breeding ground
which produced children to continue the human race but also provided recognition
and legitimacy. Everyone knew who Hermione Porter was (Ah, those
Porters), where she came from, and what genetic claims she had to respect
and inclusion.
Many great playwrights were skeptical of marriage and family. Shakespeare
wrote about the War of the Roses, a decades long civil war which ravaged Britain
and revolved around a Hatfield-McCoy family dispute. Both his Tragedies and his
Comedies revolve around marriage, family, lineage, heritage, and the pursuit of
courtly power. Most of the happily concluded marriages at the end of
Shakespeare’s Comedies would have ended in divorce if such dissolution had been
possible in Elizabethan times. Rosalind, Beatrice, Viola, and other
Shakespearean heroines ran rings around the men they wooed and married; and
marriage was for them only a social, financial, and economic necessity.
Edward Albee was openly hostile to marriage and family, but admitted that
families were the crucibles of maturity. Anyone outside of marriage who never
had to deal with the jealousies, envies, desperate love, and insensate hatreds
within it could never grow up.
Eugene O’Neill’s and Lillian Hellman’s families were all dysfunctional,
needy, and destructive. The mother in Long Day’s Journey Into Night
could never have inflicted her selfish demands outside of the
hermetically-sealed bounds of marriage. Her husband and sons suffered because
of her. They were unable to escape either her or the restrictions of family
duty and obligation which kept them under her lash.
Never has the traditional family been under more scrutiny. If divorces have
become the norm; if un-reproductive gay and lesbian couples gain increasing
acceptance; and if heritage, lineage, genealogy, and inheritance become sidebars
in human association, then what is the purpose of marriage?
Yet, despite all these deflecting influences marriages are as popular as
ever. Although more than half of all first marriages end in divorce, this deters
no one. Learning from experience is key; but while second marriages may survive
longer than firsts, they often are the unhappiest. Men and women who have gone
through painful divorces often vow ‘Never again”, and as a result suffer through
the consequences of bad choices longer than before. Others still smarting from
a painful first marriage but who are culturally predisposed if not conditioned
to the institution, marry but openly.
“I will never go through that again”, said a friend who, after a bad first
marriage and divorce, reconciled his desire for foundation and sexual freedom
through an open marriage. Never mind that his wife, who found out about his
indiscretions was a jealous and demanding as his first and threatened him with
divorce. It was the principle of the thing. He stood for a reconceived and
totally modern definition of marriage.
What is most surprising is that gay men are flocking to the altar. For a
population sub-group that enjoyed the most open if not promiscuous sexual
lifestyle of any Americans to willingly and happily get manacled in marriage
means that the institution is alive and well indeed.
The wedding industry is booming, and the average cost of a wedding is now
over $50,000 – all this in spite of the depressing divorce statistics. Young
people, it seems, still believe in love, permanence, official reproduction, and
marital longevity when life could be otherwise.
Given today’s permissive social and legal environment, men and women or
same-sex couples could live together happily and well without the encumbrance of
marriage. They could form unions with no penalty and could enjoy all the
benefits of marriage without its imprisonment. Why?
For one thing most people, even those of the younger generation, are
traditional. Although they live in a freer, more open, and certainly less
censorious one than their parents and grandparents, marriage is how it should
be. A right of passage, a landmark, a memory in the making. For another,
ownership is still very important. Men want to claim their offspring even
though there is no real reason for doing so. “I did that” has become a male
signifier in an age of anonymity. Finally, most of us want an anchor – something
which has at least the semblance of permanence in a very unstable and volatile
world. We may know that the chances of divorce are high; but for the time being
marriage gives us a collective identity – a being greater than ourselves
individually – that we sorely need.
What goes unsaid, however, is the primal psychological reason for marriage.
The fact that a man– except for traditional Muslims – cannot walk around a fire
three times and pronounce divorce requires patience, tolerance, and
self-awareness. Only within the restrictive confines of marriage do fights
matter. No one in a casual relationship will throw furniture, storm out the
door and never come back, or throw bedding out the window – and then come back.
Albee was more right than he knew. As a harsh critic of the American
bourgeoisie, a virulent critic of the corrosive nature of marriage, and as a gay
man quite circumspect about heterosexual unions, he more accurately described
the ‘peculiar institution’ better than anyone. Who’s Afraid of Virginia
Woolf was brilliant in this regard. Only because of the fights, the
stripping down of flesh to bone and marrow, the antagonisms, frustrations, and
hostilities, could George and Martha ever find themselves and each other.
Blood ties – the feature of marriage for millennia – may no longer have
salience and importance in a fluid and less accountable world; but the essence
of marriage – its confinement and insistent sense of order and responsibility
does.
Marriage is here to stay.
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