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“As Princeton women, we have almost priced ourselves out of the market. Simply put, there is a very limited population of men who are as smart or smarter than we are. And I say again — you will never again be surrounded by this concentration of men who are worthy of you.

Of course, once you graduate, you will meet men who are your intellectual equal — just not that many of them. And, you could choose to marry a man who has other things to recommend him besides a soaring intellect. But ultimately, it will frustrate you to be with a man who just isn’t as smart as you.

Here is another truth that you know, but nobody is talking about. As freshman women, you have four classes of men to choose from. Every year, you lose the men in the senior class, and you become older than the class of incoming freshman men. So, by the time you are a senior, you basically have only the men in your own class to choose from, and frankly, they now have four classes of women to choose from. Maybe you should have been a little nicer to these guys when you were freshmen?”

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“So, Britney Spears is no longer engaged to that dude she was engaged to, and obviously the only logical response is the one People chose, which is to lament the end of Britney’s “fairy tale.” Because all weddings are fairy tales, and literally any man a woman can be engaged to has got to be Prince Charming?

I bet Britney Spears is really sad that she’s not getting married, but I’m also not going to assume that she might not also be a little bit relieved. It sounds like that guy was not a particularly good match for her. Sounds like they made the right decision here. What’s sadder than a broken engagement? A divorce. What’s sadder than a divorce? Staying in a bad marriage until you die.”

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“I wouldn’t call it an accident that, in the year before my own wedding, I watched several long-time friends tie their respective knots. Hell, I’m a 28-year-old middle-class white person. For people like me, there comes a summer in all of our lives when weekends are full of nuptials and related activities. Even if you’re not invited to them all, one’s Facebook feed alone can be a staggering play-by-play of the same party, held over and over and over again with slightly different hosts.

I’m thinking about all this because of a really thoughtful piece from Lyla Cicero’s Role/Reboot wherein she wonders of her own wedding-amongst-weddings, “Was I basking in the glow of doing the popular thing, rather than in the glow of marriage itself?”

It’s a question that every couple should ask themselves — and ultimately one that I had to ask myself, too. Am I getting married — or do I want to get married—because my friends seem to have a great time doing it, themselves?”