According to the Korean calendar, I'm 33 years old. I'm also single. Every so often, I see an article or two that attempt to explain this most vexing conundrum of unmarried women in their 30s and beyond. By all accounts, all the good men are taken and even as I type, my chances of marrying well (or at all) is shrinking at a disturbing rate. And this is a matter of grave concern.
The assumption about a single man in his 30s is that he is out sowing barley or otherwise enjoying the perks of bachelorhood. Talking to women in Seoul who are in a similar stage of life, I'm relatively fortunate that guilt trips about grandchildren and suggestions of match-making services are rare in my life. How odd, really, that anyone should feel sorry for single women who live in a day and age when they can earn and keep and spend their own income, safely travel to just about anywhere in the world without a male companion, and be the masters of their own domain.
I, for one, will find worthier candidates for my compassion and concern.
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