You're not the boss of me...

So I'll say it, I'm 30 and I'm not married, never have been, so what. I am a 30 year old woman in 2008 who lives alone, I have two bachelor's degrees, one masters degree, and one law degree...and I'm single. I don't see what the big deal is, and yet today, I run into a girl from high school who is married, with a toddler, and preggers...dropped out of college, doesn't work, is on marriage #2, and has the balls to give that dismissive look to my left hand, like I'm defective for being single. WTF? No sugarplum, I'm not married, engaged, or cohabitating, and for right now I'm ok with that.

Seriously, is there a law written that she who reaches 30 without a marriage is a loser? Of course, the sad part on this social commentary is that I somehow feel badly about myself for this look. BLECH...at least I got my mother to stop with the comments of "when I was your age I was married, with a mortgage, and 2 children." OK Mom, let me run out and get knocked up ASAP....which one of the crazy bastards that I've dated and you've hated in the last oh 10 years do you want me to marry? Oh none, ya sure, I can run out to the bar tonight and get something going on...

I admit that 98% of the time my love life is in a shambles, what do you want me to do about it? It's not my fault I scare men, seriously now, if you're so fucking insecure, you shouldn't have started dating me in the first place. It's not like I hide who I am from you - if you can't fucking take the heat get out of the goddamn kitchen, better yet, stay in the damn driveway and save me the trouble. So yeah, I'm single. My prince fucking charming is out there somewhere over the rainbow. Until I get him squared away I'm frying up the frogs, going for some French haute cuisine.