or, more generally, independence.
the driver (or chauffeur, rather) asked me when i was going to get married.
because in bangladesh, a woman’s primary purpose is to provide a vessel through which a man can produce spawn.
i love how sexism can be acceptable under the guise of “tradition” and “sociocultural values.”
I never thought of marriage as more worthy of celebration than going to medical school, successfully completing (surviving) my first year, and finding something meaningful to do in life. but i guess here, all of that pales in comparison to finding a mate.
i get it. we’re biologically programmed to reproduce. fine.
it’s kind of annoying to realize that mankind will never evolve past a certain point.
it’s just more obvious here.