It is highly ironic that while many Americans view same-sex marriage as a bedrock issue which must be pushed to the forefront of the political process in virtually every election cycle, regardless of the plethora of more pressing affairs at hand and the reality that the idea of marriage itself is of decreasing importance to our society as a whole, per the findings of a recent study conducted by the highly esteemed Pew Research Center. The reasons for this turn of events are numerous, if not endless, but most striking is the sea change in public opinion on the matter since 1978, when a mere twenty-eight percent of our nation believed that marriage was of miniscule relevance to them, compared with roughly four in ten who believe the exact same today. This is in correspondence with census data released earlier this year which surprisingly showed that an all time low of fifty-two percent of American adults are currently sporting the ball and chain.
While I cannot speak for any of my peers, I can say that I have never seriously considered getting hitched since my days as a young lad in primary school. This is despite having perhaps the most stable home life imaginable, with two loving parents and no siblings around to muck things up. I came to my decision at such a young age after witnessing two events, the recurring memories of which have profoundly shaped my life; the first being a particularly nasty argument between a husband and wife inside a now-defunct Montgomery Ward department store. I do not recall much of what was said, only that the central subject of the altercation was money, neither side came to an agreement, and right then and there I knew wedding bells simply were not going to be a part of my future. The second occurred in the middle of a toy aisle at a Publix supermarket where two boys, both of which appeared to be only a year or two my junior, were taking items off of the shelves, tearing them from their packaging, throwing them about the place, and screaming like savages all the while. Their mother stood by, reading what was more than likely a grocery list without the slightest of cares for what was going on just a few feet away from her. I recall feeling sick, embarrassed, and, above all else, mad as hell at what I saw. When I returned home later that day, I resolved never to have children, devoting my life to the creation of goods and positive ideas as opposed to aiding in their destruction, and, by that virtue, the ruthless pursuit of what I wanted more than anything else on this earth--to be a businessman.