Archives: Amber Lapp

More than just Teething Troubles

Amber Lapp 05.09.2012 9:50 PM

We tend to think of romantic relationships as between two individuals. But when they fall apart, it becomes obvious that there is no such thing as two lone lovers. Families, children, friends are all implicated in the breakup.

Today on my way to the grocery store I talked on the phone with Megan, a 24 year old woman that I interviewed in Ohio and who has since become a friend. She and her fiancĂ©, Troy, recently broke up. He told her—the day after they had just finished paying off her wedding dress—that he just wasn’t happy in the relationship anymore.

She’s since posted on Facebook a photo of her, him, and her newborn daughter (they started dating when she was eight months pregnant) at the hospital with this caption: “I’m missing this so much! I hope he comes back!”

Veronica, Megan’s one year old, hopes Troy comes back, too. Although he’s not her biological father, he was the first person to hold her after Megan’s c-section, and he spoke to her while she was in the womb. Megan tells me that Veronica, who is just starting to talk, has been saying “da-da” often and asking for him.

Veronica also has been asking for “pawpaw,” Troy’s dad. Troy’s parents tell Megan that they still want to be nana and pawpaw to Veronica—and Troy’s dad’s Facebook is still plastered with photos of his “granddaughter”—but one can imagine the complications, especially considering that Troy still lives with them. In fact, Troy’s mom is stopping by tomorrow to give Megan back the baby items that they kept for Veronica at their home.

On top of all this, Veronica is teething, and so she hasn’t been feeling well or sleeping well. Megan notes, sadly, that Veronica hasn’t been acting herself. She thinks that it’s more than just the teething—she thinks she’s been missing the man she knows as “da-da.”


A Post-Valentine’s Reflection on Love

Amber Lapp 02.16.2012 9:38 AM

Tasha, a twenty something woman, told me an interesting thing about romantic love.

1.) True love means that “you’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep that person. If you love that person, you love ‘em regardless, no matter what they do, what they say
Love should be never-ending
.[and you should] lay your own life down for that person.”

2.) And yet, “sometimes you love ‘em enough to let ‘em go. If you really see that this is not gonna work, it’s never gonna work, you love that person enough to let ‘em go
.that’s how my mom and dad was. They loved each other just a—enough to let ‘em go
.they loved each other enough to see that their relationship was not workin’ anymore. It was in everybody’s best interest just to call it quits.”

Tasha’s views are not unique—I’ve heard similar things from many other young adults. But how can someone say that love is unconditional except under some conditions? That love should do whatever it takes, and yet sometimes it should give up?

It is common to cling to this paradox: love, many seem to believe, is both “fated and free.” It is meant to be, but we can mess it up. It was not meant to be, but we can still end up in it—sometimes for years before realizing its fate-lessness. It’s a mystery. A lover is convinced that his love was destined, yet he also knows that he must continue to love, continue to fight, continue to do the hundred daily tasks of self-sacrifice that say “I love you” to someone else.

At least, that’s what many people seem to believe. The resiliency of the human heart is amazing. It’d rather live in a paradox than give up on romantic love. Even after heartbreak and abandonment and loves that don’t “work out,” many people do not give up on the idea that love is unconditional and eternal. Our hearts long for it to be true, and so we hope and believe that it is true, and we continue to search for that kind of love. Perhaps that is why so many people like Tasha can say, “love never ends,” even if then again it sometimes does.


Babies, Habits, and Aristotle

Amber Lapp 09.19.2011 11:13 AM

With a baby on the way (six weeks away, if he comes close to his due date!), I’ve been thinking some about how I want to live. I have a tendency to set goals and cast grand visions, but to put off the daily practice that will get me to those goals. One example: I’ve been wanting to get into the habit of exercising my whole pregnancy. And now that it’s almost over, I’m finally buying a yoga mat.

When I’m a parent, though, how will I be able to teach my son to save his money, for example, if I myself don’t have a budget? It seems that we learn the most from our parents by what they do, not by what they say. I don’t ever remember my mom lecturing me about spending money wisely, but I did watch her cut coupons out of the papers and compare prices in the sales ad while making her grocery list. And she passed her habit down to me. I don’t remember her telling me to be generous, but I do remember her taking meals to neighbors after they’d had babies or been sick. I don’t remember her lecturing me about living a life of faith, but I do remember seeing her take a moment in the afternoons while us kids were playing to sit in her pink lazy boy to read, pray, and journal.

This also struck me when I was reading through some of the posts in “The Virtual Thrift Club” at The Dollar Stretcher.com, In one thread called “Childhood Memories of Money” people recall how their parents dealt with tough financial times (like the Great Depression), and note how this has affected their own thrift habits. I know that’s why my mom is thrifty—because her Iowa farmer parents had to be.

Of course, I hear parents all the time talking about how they’re not perfect and that they make mistakes—and I know that there’s no sense in having a guilt complex over every missed opportunity or fault. But I do feel like becoming a parent is going to act as a kind of check on my behavior. It’ll make me do a double take before I reach for that package of Oreos at the grocery store. It’ll make me pray more. It’ll make me manage my time better. Perhaps I’m being naïve, though. Maybe some of you more experienced parents can fill me in if that’s the case? :)

The point, though, is that parents model a life for us, and we often learn our habits from them. And this matters, because as Aristotle noted, “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit.”


That Piece of Paper that I Want Someday but Don’t Need Now

Amber Lapp 07.19.2011 5:17 PM

Becky and Rick have been dating off and on for the past ten years. They have two children and rent a home together.

Here’s what Becky has to say about marriage:

What about getting married? Is that something you want to do at all?

“Oh yeah. We’re getting married in a couple of years. In 2012.”

What would you say that marriage means to you?

“I don’t know.  I mean because technically me and Rick
I mean, we aren’t married but pretty much we are
.To be married I think you need to love somebody and want to spend the rest of your life with them and commit to them and be in everything with them 100%, but I mean, you can have that without marriage. You know what I mean?”

So it’s not that necessary.

“Yeah. You can have it without marriage. Without the paper.”

So why do you think it is that you guys eventually want to get married?

“Ummm
just because it’s like time, I guess. I kinda feel like it’s time to do it. Umm
just because we feel like it’s time to do it. You know, we’ve been together so long, we’ve got two kids, it just
You know? Yeah.”

So it just feels like it’s the next thing to do, but you wouldn’t recommend to do it until you’re like really sure?

“Right. Right. Yeah. Yeah. You know, I’ve still got two years to double check myself, you know what I mean? You should always make sure before you put yourself in that situation. Always.”


Aimless

Amber Lapp 07.18.2011 4:49 PM

On Tara’s Facebook page, she looks like a sixteen year old girl, but in person she looks like a woman. A woman with sad eyes. Beautiful, but weary beyond her twenty years. Fiery red hair, but eyes devoid of passion.

When she’s not at her boyfriend’s mom’s place, she stays at her aunt’s house, which is where I meet her. It’s a white house that looks like it dates back to the early 1900s. The paint is peeling on the porch, but it’s still charming. Tara sits in a rocking chair and I’m in an oversized lawn chair with floral print padding overtop. An orange cat—too big to be a kitten but too small and wiry to be an adult—is perched on the railing. It loses its balance and almost falls off into the bushes. “That poor thing. My aunt says she’s near dead,” Tara tells me.

Across the street is a row of similar houses, green lawns, and trees waving in the wind. It’s almost idyllic. Of course, Tara tells me that the folks who grow up in this town have seen a lot. Specifically, she’s thinking of drug and alcohol abuse. Heroin is real popular, and her mom was on meth for a long time. (“Wouldn’t be surprised if she still is,” Tara comments.)

When she looks over the consent form for the interview and realizes that I’ll be paying her for her time, she says, “Sweet! I was really wanting some cigarettes. It’s probably a sign I should stop. It’s a bad habit. But I was really wanting some.” She’s also going to walk over to Target and get a box of fake nails to give herself a manicure. She shows me her currently stubby fingernails, sticky with superglue residue from her last manicure and says, “I’m not very good with money.” Tara is now unemployed, but even when she did have a decent income, she says she’d blow it all on consumables.

If I had to give a word to describe Tara, it would be aimless. Not that she’s not smart (she was a straight A student), not that she’s any lazier than the next person, not that she doesn’t want to find happiness—it’s just that she’s never been given a
direction or many resources, she has no idea of what she wants, and no motivation to plan. She’s been kicked out of the house multiple times by her alcoholic mom, she doesn’t really know where her home is, she doesn’t know what she wants out of life. She’s never been a planner—she takes one moment at a time. Her My Space page sums up her life philosophy: “Live for the moment. We can sleep when we die.” The music she listens to—Marilyn Manson, Metallica, Slipknot—scream this philosophy. Read More


Making Love and Babies (Without Rushing Marriage)

Amber Lapp 07.11.2011 9:49 AM

Daniels, Kentucky—the town that Erica recently moved to—reminds me of her hometown, Maytown, Ohio. When you first pull off the highway, there’s a McDonald’s and a gas station, and a pizza and sub joint, but as you get further into the town, most of the buildings seems to be auto shops or churches. A railroad winds around town and Erica tells me that she loves hearing the trains go by. It’s different than hearing the subway clank or the Amtrak shake—a locomotive has a full-bodied, time-stilling kind of sound. And then there’s the Whippy Dip, housed in a historic-looking white house, a banner advertising 24 different flavors of soft serve hanging across the porch. Beside the Whippy Dip is the park where I wait to meet Erica.

A dust brown Chevy pick-up pulls up, engine roaring. Troy, Erica’s live-in boyfriend, has a cigarette sticking out of his mouth as he drives. He’s an attractive twenty-something, with dark sunglasses and blonde scruff on his chin and muscled arms protruding from a ripped-sleeves t-shirt. Frankie, Troy’s two year old son, is sandwiched in between the couple, clinging to two Woody the cowboy dolls that Erica tells me he takes everywhere, even the bathtub.

Erica, 24, greets me exuberantly, talking almost nonstop from the moment we first meet. She’s short—I’d guess less than five feet—and reminds me of Piglet. She has a pink pixie nose and squinty grey eyes. Today she’s wearing bootcut jeans that fall over top a pair of cowboy boots and a navy blue tee with a white imprint of a guitar. Despite her petite frame, Erica is a mother of two. She’s also in the process of getting a criminal justice degree through an online university and in the process of getting a divorce from her “baby daddy” who lives back in Ohio.

As we talk, Troy and Frankie play on the swing set nearby until their faces are red with heat. They drive off (engine gyrating while Erica rolls her eyes and says “show-off”) and return with a bottle of Big Red. The boys play for a little longer before returning to the pick-up where they scare us with some leftover Fourth of July firecrackers before Erica goes and scolds them. And then, they’re off to the bait and tackle shop and then to a friend’s boat dock. “I take care of two boys, I swear,” she laughs afterwards.

Erica’s story is becoming a common one to me: she got pregnant with her high school sweetheart shortly after graduation, married him at 21, had another baby, separated from him four months later, and is now living with Troy, who works at a tire factory and has joint custody of the son he had with his ex-girlfriend of four years. In Erica’s circle, raising kids in a revolving door of relationships is normal, but Erica is adamant that it’s not ideal. And given the instability of relationships, moms and dads try to proceed with caution. After eight months of dating, Erica just introduced her kids to Troy last weekend. (Erica’s children are currently living with their great-grandparents until she feels she has a more stable situation. These are the same grandparents that raised Erica after her parents divorced and her mom started partying too hard.) And, she always tells potential partners that she is “a package deal.” Like so many other single mothers, her mantra is, understandably, “If you’re gonna be my lover, you gotta love my kids.” Read More


When Dads Act Like Donors

Amber Lapp 07.08.2011 3:04 PM

I recently spoke with Danielle, a single mom of two, about dads. In the conversation, she mentioned that she uses the phrase “sperm donor” to refer to deadbeat dads who don’t do anything except make the baby. She also hears other people use the phrase in the same way. For example, her boyfriend, who resents his dad for not being around much when he was growing up, bitterly calls his dad “sperm donor.”

It’s interesting that a euphemism like “sperm donor”—a word meant to evoke positive feelings by making men who sell their sperm sound like philanthropists—is also used as a slur to describe dads that shirk their responsibilities.


When Cheating is Fair Game

Amber Lapp 06.27.2011 9:46 PM

I’ve noticed an inconsistency in the way some women think about cheating. When I ask about views on cheating, I hear the usual: “It’s unjustifiable, it makes you feel worthless, it’s grounds for divorce.”

But then, almost in the next breath, an affair that the married woman is having is excused by this logic: “In my mind, the marriage is over.”

All that to say that while cheating is largely agreed to be one of the most cruel things you could do to a partner, it also seems fairly common to hear someone say that if one partner decides that the marriage is no longer worth fighting for, then finding a new partner, even before filing for divorce, is not cheating.

In other words, a person can choose when she is married, and when she is not, regardless of legal standing. I recently spoke with a woman who is now talking marriage with a boyfriend while her estranged husband posts messages about missing his wife and baby on his Facebook wall, like desperate shout outs to her, hoping that she’ll return. And, yet, in her mind, she is not cheating on him. The marriage was over months ago. (No matter what the government thinks. Marriage is a private relationship. Or so the thinking goes.)

And speaking of Facebook, it’s interesting to think about how this new technology allows a kind of autonomous decision making about marriage that is both separate from any kind of institution or law and yet exudes a kind of public legitimacy. Sarah was able to change her Facebook name from Clark (her married name) to Noble (her maiden name) as soon as she felt like the relationship was over. And while her husband’s status read “married” even after the separation, hers read “single.”               

While Sarah hopes to marry again and says that marriage is a “special bond” unlike any other, she also feels like she has the authority to say that her marriage with her husband is no longer a marriage at all. In her words, “it’s just a piece of paper.” And therefore, there is no longer any husband to cheat on.


I Love My Daddy…Which Daddy?

Amber Lapp 06.14.2011 6:49 PM

I was just skimming some Facebook pictures of an old classmate’s month old baby: a dark head of hair like a baby gorilla’s tufts; miniature nose, eyes, and mouth; and a pink onesie that reads, “I Love my Daddy.”

The caption below the photo exclaims that Sophia “really loves her Daddy!!!!!!!”  I cringe a little bit, because the sentence, the outfit, the photo all slap me like a boldfaced lie.

The truth is that Sophia’s biological daddy is not in the pictures, and hasn’t been much of a part of her one month old life. He’d like to be—his own Facebook profile says that she means the world to him—but he also happens to be Sophia’s mommy’s estranged husband (they’re still married, but she is now with someone else, and that someone else gets the privilege of being called daddy).

I hope that Sophia can grow up with some semblance of stability, and with a father’s love. I’ve known people who have wonderful relationships with their stepfathers, so I don’t mean to downplay any role that Sophia’s new “daddy” might play in her life. But I do wonder what Sophie will say when she’s older. Right now, her mom can dress her up as she pleases and decide who she will call daddy, but someday Sophia will also want to know about the man who actually shares her flesh, blood, and bones.

And for that biological father, I can only imagine how difficult Father’s Day will be.


Those who Marry are Staying Married Longer

Amber Lapp 05.19.2011 5:27 PM

A Washington Post article yesterday (Number of long-lasting marriages in U.S. has risen, Census Bureau reports) reports that 75% of couples who married since 1990 reached their ten year anniversary. This is a three percentage point rise from those who married in the early 1980s.

Unfortunately, this might not mean much, since an increasing number of high school educated couples (who are three times as likely to divorce in the first ten years of marriage than their college educated peers) are choosing to cohabit rather than marry. Sociologist W. Bradford Wilcox explains:

“Marriage has become a much more selective institution in today’s society. People who are college-educated, more affluent or more religious are more likely to get married and stay married. People who are not are less likely to get married in the first place, and if they do marry, they’re more likely to divorce.”


Fragility

Amber Lapp 05.17.2011 6:30 PM

Today I was prepping for some follow-up interviews that I will be doing this summer with some of the participants in the Love and Marriage in Middle America Project. While browsing Facebook to find out who is still in Maytown for the summer, I found myself holding my breath with each profile page visit. All too often, my stomach fell, and then clenched into a knot, and then fell again—as if I were plunging headfirst down Cedar Point’s Millenial Force.

Todd and Becky—the young couple that invited us to their backyard wedding and then postponed it because Todd’s dad couldn’t get off work—relationship status: single. I want to protest: “But they were the ones who had let us borrow their copy of Nights in the Rodanthe with the promise that they would come visit us in New York sometime and get it back then.” I thought for sure that they’d be coming—they seemed so happy together, and I just couldn’t imagine them breaking up. They are both such nice, interesting people. Good natured, calm, hard-working, with plans for college and dreams of leaving their grocery store clerk and construction jobs. I think of the time that David and I hung out at their place for drinks and a movie, and I wonder who got their “baby” (the chocolate lab puppy they shared). 

Troy and Suzanne—the couple who both came from divorced homes and fiercely told us that they were going to get married and stay married because they didn’t want to do what their parents did. Relationship status: single. The wedding was supposed to be this summer. The Facebook album that Suzanne entitled, “My Soulmate,” and filled with pictures of her and Troy swapping saliva is deleted. Now the only pictures on Suzanne’s profile are of her daughter. 

Matt and Kristin—the couple whose wedding we attended and whose baby is now a month old. Relationship status: separated. She’s found someone else. He’s devastated, but she ignores his calls and wants him to stay away from their newborn daughter.

Mike and Brittney—the cohabiting couple with two toddler sons and a sunny yellow ranch that they rent each month. Relationship status: It’s complicated.

And, unfortunately, I could go on. With each relationship that shatters, I’m saddened. I feel like burrowing under my bedcovers and crying like a little girl who wants to live in a world of rainbows but only sees a cloudy, tear-streaked sky.

It’s especially hard to hear such news because I witnessed some of the beauty in each relationship, and the potential. I saw these couples when they were giggling, holding hands, vowing their love, flaunting their inloveness. They loved each other, they wanted to make it work, they had high hopes for the future. They weren’t dealing with situations of abuse, or complete incompatibility. Rather, they struggled to pay their bills (and yet were bombarded with messages about buying flat screens and iphones and new cars on credit). They struggled with personal demons and the fears they bring: absent fathers, painful divorces, cynical families. They struggled to stay faithful to the young families they’ve formed in a world with easy access to sleazy clubs and risquĂ© internet sites.

So many beautiful things are also fragile: a blue robin’s egg splattered on the pavement, my grandmother’s antique vase in pieces on the floor, a child’s bird-like bones fractured in a lime-green, Sharpie stained cast. And that’s why we have nests, and china cabinets, and elbow pads. And it’s also why we have marriage, with its mores of commitment. We protect what is sacred by building a safe place for beauty to thrive, despite its fragility.


When Organizations are Afraid to Say What They Believe

Amber Lapp 05.13.2011 3:33 PM

In response to Elizabeth’s post a few days ago on scholars being afraid to note social science data that supports the traditional family, I thought I’d share a vignette of my recent experience as IAV’s thrift education coordinator. Believe it or not, I’ve run into the same reticence to talk about marriage in the non-profit world that the National Catholic Register article observes in academia. This topic seems especially timely considering that just yesterday a Toronto sports broadcaster was fired for tweeting his support for traditional marriage.   

I also noticed that a few commenters on Elizabeth’s post were curious about how reticence to talk about marriage as an institution that is good for children is related to the same-sex marriage debate. While I understand that the connection might not be immediately clear, in the past six months I’ve seen some of the practical implications that the same-sex marriage debate has on the public conversation about marriage. I’m not sure whether those connections have to exist (whether they’re essential or accidental), but the cultural climate created by the debate does seem to have the effect of making organizations extra careful to appear open-minded. This means that they must embrace all family forms and thereby interpret any talk about strengthening marriage as discriminatory against people in other types of union. (The ironic thing, as one commenter noted on Elizabeth’s post, is that one of the arguments used in support of gay marriage is that marriage is a unique institution that is beneficial to the couple and to children. However, in the name of shunning discrimination, often the same people who support gay marriage are the same people who label any talk about the benefits of marriage as religious, conservative hogwash. But you can’t have it both ways. Either marriage matters, or it doesn’t.)

Let me explain.

It was November. Grey skies full of wind whipped crunchy brown leaves—some still flashing blotches of brilliant orange—past the car window as I drove to meet the students who were going to give me a tour of their urban farm. I wanted to write a story featuring their amazing class project for National Thrift Week, which is a public education campaign that “seeks to bring together a broad coalition of citizen leaders who share an appreciation of thrift as the wise use of resources and a conviction that thrift is the friend of sustainable prosperity, broad economic opportunity, beautiful neighborhoods, and a healthy planet.” Read More


Why A Soulmate isn’t Good Enough

Amber Lapp 04.27.2011 1:51 PM

David and I wrote this article to address the skepticism we’ve encountered about the institution of marriage, and to answer the question, “Why does marriage matter?”


The Good Men Project

Amber Lapp 04.19.2011 4:59 PM

Today, in preparation for an upcoming event at our Public Conversation Center, I spent some time thinking about Barbara Dafoe Whitehead’s Why There Are No Good Men Left and Kay Hymowitz’s Manning Up. I was getting a little tired of reading about sites on which angry young men rant about the horrors of domestic life and the problems with American women—like Nomarriage.com, MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way), and EternalBachelor (“Give Modern Women the Husband They Deserve. None.)

And then, I happened upon an interesting—and refreshing—online magazine: The Good Men Project.

The project began out of the conviction “that the world needed a new kind of men’s magazine.” What makes it so different? The About Us section explains:

“Yes, we write about sports. And yes, we write about sex (although we do it without selling sex). But unlike so many other men’s magazines, we do our best not to patronize or caricaturize our audience. We try to bring out the best in men, and we do that by producing content that challenges men to think deeply—and to talk about the things they don’t usually talk about.”

The founder, Tom Matlack, who was a successful CFO and now freelance writer (he’s a contributor at the Huffington Post), started the project after his life hit rock bottom: he was working too much, drinking too much, and losing his first wife and children. A Chicago Tribune article describes how fatherhood ended up turning Matlack’s life around:

“For Matlack, that clarity came when he was feeding his infant son. ‘I hadn’t spent much time with my kids because I was busy working too hard and playing too hard,’ he says. ‘It was one of those spiritual moments–just holding my own child and noticing him for the first time. The sound of him suckling the bottle, the smell of his head, the way his body slowly relaxed in my arms, and putting his head in the nook of my shoulder. This became a ritual for me. I would rock him and it was 10 or 15 minutes of every day where I was completely at peace. I had a son. I had always wanted to be a father and I’d been chasing my tail this whole time, not realizing I already had everything I wanted in life.’”

Seems like there are some good men left after all. It is interesting to note that, for Matlack at least, a big part of his transformation from alcoholic and absentee husband/father to founder of the Good Men Project was realizing the importance and wonder of fatherhood.


Money Management for Unmarried Couples

Amber Lapp 04.07.2011 12:29 PM

There’s an interesting post today on one of my favorite personal finance blogs, Get Rich Slowly. In Financial Security for Unmarried Couples author Sierra Black talks about “the careful planning and legal documentation” that unmarried couples need in order to wisely manage their assets. Some things that happen automatically when a couple is legally married (legal rights to make decisions in case of death or illness, for example) take a little more initiative on the part of couples who chose to live in unmarried partnership.

Yet for many couples this added complication is no deterrent to settling on a comfortable cohabiting relationship in lieu of marriage. One couple in their mid-thirties explains:  

“We have no plans to get married in the future. We’re happy being unmarried to each other. Right now I feel like the most likely reason for us to get married would be if we had no other way to achieve some critical benefit associated with marriage, like if we had to get married to get our daughter health insurance. But so far nothing like that has come up.”

This reminded me of something I noticed last summer while interviewing young adults about their views on marriage. When asked if they plan to marry, people would either say, “Why get married?” or they’d say, “Why not?” Both groups acted as if the answer was obvious—the question seemed silly to them. For some, it was taken for granted that you marry the person that you love. For others, it seemed obvious that marriage is a path wrought with troubles and leading to divorce court.

When I dug deeper, people who took marriage for granted often cited emotional, legal, religious, or financial reasons for marriage. Those who didn’t see the point in getting married usually said that marriage wouldn’t change anything, but then sometimes went on to talk about some of the inconveniences of an unmarried partnership. For example, Sarah, a mother of three, talked about how even though her boyfriend of nine years had good benefits at his job, the couple shelled out a lot of money each month to pay for her insurance.  She told me that if they were married, they’d be saved this expense. Given her mother’s four marriages, though, it’s understandable that Sarah felt that a monthly insurance payment was small price to pay to avoid the cost of a potential divorce.


What’s in a Name?

Amber Lapp 04.01.2011 12:27 AM

The words that we use to name something matter. Names are our attempt to capture the essence of a thing (or sometimes to obscure it, as in the case of euphemisms like “ethnic cleansing”).

Given this, I’m interested in what young adults call their long-term, live-in partners. With this query in mind, I combed through some transcripts and reflected on past conversations, and I’m starting to notice a pattern that’s very interesting if it holds true—many unmarried couples that live together and plan on being together for the long-term think of each other as husband and wife instead of using innocuous terms like “significant other” or “partner.” Committed couples (who may or may not be planning a wedding anytime soon) often say that they are for all practical purposes already married: “We already act like we’re husband and wife. He calls me his wife. I call him my husband. So, we’re pretty much married just minus my ring,” says one twenty-two year old.

So why does this matter?

The fact that some young Americans who are choosing cohabitation over marriage still think in terms of “husband” and “wife” when they think of long-term commitment suggests that marriage as a concept still holds sway in the American imagination. While some young adults are rejecting the legal and religious aspects of marriage, they are not necessarily rejecting the idea of marriage. In an interview, one young man got angry about the role that society, religion, and the government play in marriage, yet he still upholds the ideal of marriage: “I don’t give a s*** if you’re ordained
.I’m married if I say I’m married.” The interesting thing is that he didn’t just say, “I don’t give a s*** if I’m married.” He wants to be married. He just doesn’t think it’s anybody else’s business to decide whether or not he is.

Rather than throwing the names husband, wife, and marriage out with the legal ceremony, many couples claim that these words meaningfully describe their relationship—not because of any public recognition, but because of their strong private love. To me, this clinging to the terminology of marriage suggests that young adults are not giving up so easily on the ideal of marriage, even while they are introducing the claim that they—apart from legal or religious authority—are the arbiters of their own marriages. The question is, can marriage maintain any coherent meaning when severed from its public aspects?


Friends of your Marriage

Amber Lapp 03.30.2011 2:29 PM

This past Saturday, David and I joined three other young married couples to plant a garden in our Astoria/Long Island City neighborhood, which we hope (fingers crossed) will provide us with fresh fruits and veggies that taste just as good as the organic produce at Whole Foods, but without the price tag. While the men took the bus to Home Depot to buy cedar to make planters and bagged soil for our raised beds, the women had brunch (any scraps of food went into the compost bin, of course) and then organized a clothing exchange. I lugged a small suitcase of clothes I liked but was tired of to my friend’s living room, lined with dark wall shelves full of philosophy books and a plush red couch, where we laid out a strapless dress too short for its owner, dress pants that needed to be hemmed but never were, shoes ordered online that looked cuter in the picture, among other things—and everyone left with something “new.” Later on in the afternoon, there was weeding and building and tilling to do in the small, overgrown backyard that we hope to transform into something beautiful. And then of course there was a celebratory meal when the work was done: deli meat and cheese and a colorful array of fruits, brown and white breads, cool green cucumbers, salad with blue cheese crumbles, and water with lemon slices and mint leaves.

I once heard marriage therapist Bill Doherty use the term “friends of your marriage.” I realized as we were enjoying our feast that this term aptly describes what this group of friends is to David and me.

For one, they share a bedrock commitment to marriage—they’re the types who say things like, “Divorce is not an option. We don’t even use that word.” I know that if David and I were arguing, my girlfriends would not feed the fire of any grudges I was holding, but would give me a better perspective. And the ability to talk about our marriages and share experiences is invaluable. I’m always amazed at how a problem seems to be much less of a problem when you realize that it’s relatively normal. I know when David and I had our first major fight because I felt he wasn’t being empathetic enough and he felt that I was being overly dramatic, it helped so much to hear that our friends had had similar arguments. We were able to talk about why we were each feeling this way and to resolve the issue without feeling like the argument was a deal breaker or a major crisis—our friends had fought over the same sorts of things, and they were doing just fine now. It’s reassuring to have models like that.  

Conversely, when we moved out of the city for three months last year and were away from our friends, relatively isolated in a small town, we got on each other’s nerves a lot more than usual.

Doherty’s term, “friends of marriage” captures the truth that marriage is, as sociologist Kai Erikson says, “something of a community affair.” In his book Everything in its Path, Erikson elaborates by saying that marriage is “
validated by the community, witnessed by the community, commemorated by the community” (219) and that the community is almost like a magnetic force that can help to hold the couple together (or perhaps tear it apart).

Given this, I think that one thing that we can all do to lower the divorce rate is to “befriend” the marriages of our friends and families—whether that means offering a listening ear, offering to babysit on a Friday night, or working cooperatively on a garden.


Courting and Choosing a Spouse in the Age of Google

Amber Lapp 03.29.2011 3:43 PM

Check out David Lapp’s article on Boundless Webzine,  “What If She’s Not the Right One?”.

David applies Barry Schwartz’s paradox of choice to the dizzying array of potential partners young adults can choose from in the age of globalization and the internet. He also discusses how marriage introduces us to a new paradox–the paradox of gift.


Divorce in Rural America

Amber Lapp 03.24.2011 6:11 PM

A New York Times article today about the rising divorce rates in rural America (Once Rare in Rural America, Divorce is Changing the Face of its Families) talks about the growing marriage gap, yet fails to note one of its most tragic consequences—the effects on children.

Instead, the article trumpets the trend as a sign of rural women’s liberation. Like their urban counterparts, rural women are now “going to work, gaining autonomy, and re-arranging the order of traditional families.”

While some of these changes may be worth celebrating, any discussion of rising divorce rates seems superficial without at least a nod to the painful costs. I like how one commenter, LindsayLou from Pennsylvania put it:

“I often hear people saying that these stats are an example of the freedom that women have now, of the better lives we lead. As a woman, I do have a degree and a husband, and live in a rural setting, yet I am also a teacher. I am torn between the belief that these stats show a growing empowerment for women, while witnessing everyday what divorce does to the children. I always believed when I was in high school that divorce wasn’t a big deal, and that the children of divorce were ok. Now, as an adult, I can see first hand….they’re not. I see everyday the way these children have been affected, and it is rarely for the positive. As an English teacher the number one thing I hear about in student writing is the loss of a 2 parent household, and the damage it has caused them, even at 17 & 18. Something needs to be done to better promote positive marriages and to explain that divorce has very real repercussions for the children left after a split, no matter how old they are.”


Bye Bye College, Hello Baby

Amber Lapp 03.21.2011 11:09 AM

In an interview with Laura—a 22 year-old engaged mother-to-be who grew up next to the baseball fields and across from the auto parts shop in Maytown, Ohio—I was struck by the tension she faced between her career dreams and her tight-knit family relationships.

Rather than summarize, I’ll let Laura speak for herself .

Me: “What do you think about motherhood? Is that something you’ve always wanted?”

L: “Everybody thought I’d be good at college, but to be truthfully honest I sucked in high school 
. So gettin’ into college, even just to think about it, was rough for me cuz 1) my family couldn’t really afford it. 2) there wasn’t really anything I wanted to do. I wanted to be a fashion designer, but I kinda listened to my mom and grandma on that one. I actually had a full ride scholarship to a design school out in California. And I actually ended up declining it because my mom and my grandma were like, ‘No, no. You need to do this.’ And me being the obedient child that I was I said no. Which I regret to this day. I wish I would have gone and come back and eventually found Toby [the man she is engaged to], but you know. He was also kinda
he didn’t know it at the time, but he was also kinda one of the reasons [that I didn’t go to California], cuz I didn’t want to leave him. Cuz I’d be all the way out in California learning this, and then I’d probably turn around and end up getting a job in California. So coming back home would have been hard. So it would have kept me away from him for a long, long time. Unless I came home for a visit and could take him back with me.” Read More