There’s an interesting theme running through a lot of these shidduch threads. I wonder if I’m the only one who’s noticed it.
Listen to the ladies talk about guys. They’re not describing them favorably, or expressing much respect. The guys are infantile, listening to Mommy, expecting financial support, shallow and obsessed with looks, among myriad other faults too numerous to list.
The guys’ mothers are the embodiment of evil, infantilizing their sons, interested in all the wrong things, asking ridiculous questions, and the polar opposite of the refined Eishes Chayil described by Shlomo Hamelech.
Now listen to the girls complain that they haven’t found their bashert: They are heartbroken. They want to be married and are not. They want a husband, presumably a guy (member of the same genus described above), who, if he’s not unfortunately an orphan, comes along with that venerable creature- the guy’s mother!
Switch all this to the high heels thread we’re in middle of right now. Say I join and list all the reasons I hate high heels. They’re extremely uincomfortable. They’re bad for my posture. They bend my vertebrae irreparably out of shape. I think they’re ugly. They make me look unattractive. They’re bad for my digestion. They’re more expensive than regular shoes. They look ridiculous. All my friends agree with me.
Then I end by stating that I’m devastated because I don’t have high heels. And all my friends who agree also don’t own any high heeled shoes and are upset.
What would you say?