Match.mom
Being a little behind the Times, I didn't come across Stephanie Rosenbloom's story, "Spouse Courtesy of Mom the Matchmaker," until this morning. I still can't believe that Ms Rosenbloom wrote this story for The Onion but then decided to try it on a Times editor.
Where parents were once feared and distant figures, today they are more like friends to their children, some people who work with families said, and that has led to more open relationships.
I can't tell you how unhealthy this sounds to me. How long-term dangerous.
It reminds me of my mother's hope that I would marry a tall woman, because, at five-eight herself, she believed that it was the obligation of tall men to take care of tall women. (And when my parents-in-law met me, they said to Kathleen, "But he's so tall." Kathleen is a hair, and no more than a hair, over five-one.) My mother used to say, in all innocence, "You ought to go out and find yourself a nice tall queen."
Oh, it was wrong in so many ways.
Now, if it were grandparents who were doing the matchmaking, that I could see.
