We’ve already argued at length against Marry Him‘s pro-settling premise, but reading the whole book reveals a whole new level of crazy. Lori Gottlieb’s version of dating and marriage is basically calorie-counting for the soul.
Not since Going Rogue have I thrown myself on such a literary grenade for you guys. In fact, I’d say Marry Him: The Case For Settling For Mr. Good Enough is worse than Palin’s book — it’s solidly the most unpleasant reading experience I’ve had in the last five years. It’s not just that Lori Gottlieb takes an incredibly narrow view of what marriage is for (she keeps mentioning the desire “to be part of a traditional family”), or that she views life without a man as necessarily lonely and shitty (she’s especially harsh on the topic of girlfriends) — she also does all this with a vitriol that’s frankly bizarre. Observe:
I’m not trying to bum people out. I’m trying to help. It’s kind of like the graphic anti-drunk driving public service announcements that show people crashing into poles and getting killed. If they just told you, “Don’t drink and drive,” you might think, “Yeah, I know, but I can have a couple martinis, right?” It’s not until you see people ending up brain-dead, lying in a coma in the hospital and surrounded by beeping monitors, that the message has an impact.
In the same way, if you don’t see how easily people can end up alone by making the dating mistakes I did, you won’t be dissuaded from making the same mistakes yourself. I had to show the reality of being single at my age because I used to be like a teenager who thinks he’s invulnerable to drunk driving accidents — it’s all in the abstract, something that happens to other people, but would never happen to me. It never occurred to me that I would become another dating casualty. I had to show, in grim detail, the accident that my dating life became so that you could make choices you wouldn’t look back on later and regret.
Yes, she just compared being single to being brain-dead after a drunk-driving accident. Slightly less luridly, but no less upsettingly, she writes: