Can't exactly say I fall in line with the budding conservative revolution against -- of all things -- denim, but I guess it's relevant with regard to SOM. To wit:
Why would anyone want to enter Hymowitz's married adulthood if they hadn't met someone they matched? We're inundated -- from birth, really -- by images of movie-born ideals -- love above all, matches made in heaven, lives spent in the bonds of holy matrimony. But what if you haven't met your true love? What if you don't need to be matched in heaven? What if the threat of a bad marriage trumps the promise of a good one? What if you believe our concepts of love are farcical? Do you automatically embody "child-man" status? Or is there another answer?