Millennials, those born after 1980, have learned the lessons of their Baby Boomer parents, born between 1946 and 1965. Never marry someone who makes less money than you do.
Since so many Millennials have suffered the divorce of their parents, their attitudes toward marriage are vastly more reasonable than the perverse attitudes of their Boomer parents (people my age). Millennials see the institution of marriage for what it is: A good contract under some circumstances and not so good under others. Married people who stay married certainly can accumulate wealth more easily due to economies of scale. In other words, two people who stay married can live less expensively than two people living individually. Married couples generally pay lower taxes, lower housing and furnishing costs, lower health care costs, lower food costs and so forth.
Still, Millennials have wisely rejected marriage for the most part. After all, marriage is no longer necessary to receive these benefits. Domestic partnership, once called “shacking up,” allows for the same benefits, excluding the tax benefits. And Millennials are more honest and vastly wiser than their parents regarding the progressively more vicious institution of marriage.
Having grown up under the auspices of so many self-deceived, pseudo-hippy, moralizing liberal parents, Millennial kids decided our fraud was simply intolerable. My generation called their parents rigid, called cops pigs and spit on vets coming back from Vietnam. And to be really honest, WE ALL INHALED, and we inhaled anything. I smoked every single spice in the spice cabinet including the Cayenne Pepper (really stupid), and then bananas (really dumb).
We Boomers also decided we were the moral compass for the world. We knew goodness best. We all went to Woodstock, at least in our hearts. We said we would live our lives for love and not money, and then somehow still went out and bought BMWs and Mercedes based on the sacrifices of the immoral people we maligned (our parents and then our kids). We worshiped limp religions that spouted naïve and untenable politics of peace. We recited by rote the prayer of the universal victimization of women. We decided that by making love and not war, racism would magically evaporate. And for the few holdouts among us that actually went to a church, God only showed up as a truly tripping Jesus we just knew must have reeked of weed. Dynamite!