Of late, reading magazines has got me wondering. I am single and of marriageable age and I find that absolutely every column I pick up is talking about what I should be doing to bag myself a man, or what I’m doing wrong. For crying out loud, even the fitness sections seem to emphasize that getting in shape is the best way to Meet Mr. Right! I think I’m starting to take offence.
The worst thing that could have happened to women of my ilk seems to be the visit of a Pastor Chris O-something from Nigeria. Now the columnists are assured that they are on to something and they have fodder for X to power n number of articles on single women and their apparently interminable quest for husbands. They no longer need to go out of their way to spin out an article of social interest.
Is it so unimaginable that there may be other things that interest us? Is there really nothing else to talk about? Are we really defined by men all our lives such that the second we stop being considered Daddy’s girl, the single ones are defined by the men they don’t have?
Could we have articles that think outside this recent and unimaginative box?
