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The only thing worse than being married would be not being married.

07.20.07 | marriage | 5 Comments

My almost-18-year-old sister Karin has a “boyfriend” named Cameron who will be leaving to serve a two-year mission in Argentina in a few months. The serious mulling she indulges in over whether or not she likes him “that way” makes me hope I was never that silly. (I probably was). The other day I tried to convince her to take a break from pondering the unponderable; it doesn’t matter right this minute anyway. She is too young to be concerned about whether it’s True Love or not. She said if she met someone at BYU this fall she would be ready to get married– I hope she was kidding. I had to tell her the sad truth, which is that once you are married it is all downhill from there.

And it’s true. The only thing worse than being married would be not being married. Kind of like what Maurice Chevalier said, “Old age isn’t so bad when you consider the alternative.” But now that we are married (Dick and me), you’ll (Grampa) be glad to know that we’ve finally watched the DVD that will save the marriage that unfortunately we were not aware was in such danger.

mark-gungor-image.gifI always worry about people who build a career on having been successful at something that depends entirely on another person’s cooperation. Mark Gungor’s biggest qualification for marraige guru-ness is that he has been married for 32 years — what happens if he gets divorced next week? (He’s also a pastor, but based on his suspect interpretations of various scripture passages … well, let’s just say I won’t be switching denominations any time soon). And ever since I dated the manic-depressive motivational speaker in college, I just have this twitch against being impressed by gurus in general.

About fifteen minutes into A Tale of Two Brains from the Laugh Your Way to a Better Marriage seminar, I was wishing for a Cliffs Notes version; I’ll provide it for you here, because another thing about gurus that bugs me is their ingratiating, sometimes self-deprecating, often trivializing of women (in this case) humor; it just takes so long. Perhaps I am a man, because I would prefer just the facts, ma’am.

Shockingly: men are takers, women are givers; men are single-taskers, women are multi-taskers; men want solutions, women want sympathy; men compartmentalize, women connect everything; men want s*x, women want love; for men 5 minutes = 5 minutes, for women 5 minutes = eternity.

Now for the real excitement: How To Get a Man To Do What You Want

  1. Ask him more than once (nag, nag, nag; don’t worry, everyone loves to be nagged)
  2. Ask him in the right way (don’t insult; insults are not motivating to men; instead, plead in an appropriately supplicant manner until you are utterly demoralized and he condescends to become a HERO for picking up his own dirty underwear from the bathroom floor.)
  3. Train him with positive reinforcement (you know, make a sticker chart or give out candies; see ideas in the Potty Training for Two-Year-Olds manual)
  4. Barter with him (if you kill those spiders for me, we’ll have s*x the likes of which you’ve never dreamed)

The guiding principle to remember here is that you shouldn’t care whether he wants to do the dishes or if he will do them because he loves you, you are only interested in the result of him actually doing the dishes. Because, naturally, you cannot change a man. Oh, and he cannot change himself either. A woman, being more evolved (I would say more motivated to have a good relationship) is quite capable of learning how to train her husband (learning to change the way she interacts with him), but a man is quite incapable of change.

So here is where I know that I will never be baptized into the Mark Gungor “New Beginnings” church. I thought that the whole point of Christianity, you know, that whole Atonement thing, was that men can change. Can have a change of heart as well as a change of action. But then, I am not a scholar, nor a guru.

My final questions for Pastor Mark are: Can you have an adult, satisfying relationship with a mental two-year old whom you have to reward with s*x for basic courtesies? Since s*x (the judicious granting and withholding of it) is the only tool a woman has to train her husband, what happens if you are in a marriage in which the wife is as or more interested in sex than the man? Is their relationship doomed?

The viewing of this DVD did engender a longish conversation as Dick and I lay in bed last night (no s*x I’m afraid; so much talk of it as a bargaining chip had somehow tarnished the romance momentarily). One realization we came to (and when I say we, I mean me because, if you’ll remember, Dick is a man and men are mental 2-year-olds according to Pastor Mark) is that (thanks to Brock and Melinda for the human development lingo to describe this) Dick needs to learn stop behaviors to get me to stop using the mean voice (among other things) and I need to learn start behaviors to get Dick to do all the things I think he needs to do. In other words, I get frustrated by what Dick does not do and Dick gets irritated at what I do do. I wonder if that sort of division of irritation is a common man-woman difference.

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