Hi Coke, as I edge closer to 30 and more of my friends are starting to settle down, I’m starting to notice a weird pattern among some. There’s been quite a few instances where friends who have been in serious relationships with their partners for 5+ years, many for a decade, seem to part ways shortly after getting hitched. They are happy, in love, dedicated, super enthusiastic about their wedding and then they get married and suddenly something seems to crack and they split up very shortly thereafter. In most cases it’s happened in much less than a year after the wedding. It’s so weird. They’ve all lived together for multiple years, had pets together for years, and all that grown up shit but somehow signing a piece of paper changes things? I don’t understand. What’s different? Thanks in advance for your insight!
You’re looking at it all wrong. It’s not the piece of paper that changes things. The piece of paper and the marriage that it represents are merely symptoms of the larger problem, which is that by and large, human beings are terrible at making rational decisions where emotions are involved, and people rarely have the self-discipline to cut their losses and walk away.
The phenomenon that you’ve observed is a prime example of something called the “sunk-cost fallacy” applied to relationships. The sunk-cost fallacy is faulty reasoning that further investment (i.e. marriage) is warranted on the fact that the resources already invested (i.e. time, energy, and a sizable chunk of their youth) will be lost otherwise, not taking into consideration the overall losses involved in further investment (i.e. the emotional and financial misery of the inevitable divorce.)
People in their late twenties who’ve spent years in long-term relationships are faced with increasing pressure from social systems to conform to the proper stage of life transitions. Everyone and everything (often times even their own biology) are constantly nagging them to settle down, get married, start breeding, etc., and so they fall prey to this faulty reasoning and decide to plow through to the next stage of life regardless of whether their relationship is healthy.
You’ve got a shit-ton of aging Millennials limping along in stale relationships who don’t know any better because they’ve spent the last half-decade having the same arguments in the same restaurants and then going home and having the same sex with the same person, and rather than disappoint their parents by going through the temporary pain of a much needed break-up, they throw a Hail Mary pass with the mother of all major life decisions and decide to get married. Fuck it. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? So they forge ahead with big smiles.
Of course they’re super enthusiastic about getting married — they have to be. They’re on a year long roller-coaster ride of planning a wedding. Sure, they’re secretly terrified of their relationship’s mediocrity, but all that existential angst gets hurled to the edges as they start doing loops. With a little denial and a decent bachelorette party, they can almost convince themselves that everything is going to be all right. For a good long while they get to soak up all that positive reinforcement from friends and family. They get to be the center of attention, and they get to feel all grown-up. Eventually the big day comes. They say a few magic words, they cut a cake, and then suddenly all the fun stuff stops.
I don’t have to tell you what happens next. You’ve seen it. Within a few months the reality of “til death do us part” comes along and slaps them in the face like a big wet dick. They realize they’re actually pretty miserable, and then it finally dawns on them that they don’t actually have to be together.
Basically, the marriage itself is just an extended director’s cut of their break-up. It’s gross, I know, but we’re flawed creatures in a flawed system. This is just one of those things that happens.
Out of curiosity, to the original poster I ask, do you see the more expensive weddings as lasting less time?
I read an article asserting that, and with that in mind I would guess you’re in a more privileged income bracket.
If anything, I’d expect the expensive ones (relative to what they have the means to spend) as lasting longer. Cognitive dissonance is a powerful force, and it’s also a huge sunk cost.
I was just looking for confirmation:
http://bigthink.com/ideafeed/expensive-weddings-result-in-shorter-marriages
I’d say the opposite precisely because of the sunk cost of the wedding. Once you’ve put that much non-recoverable money into it and you have the pressure of parents who have paid some or all of that plus all the guests flying in with nonrefundable airline tickets and a sea of expensive gifts, you’re less likely to cancel if you realize prior to your wedding day that you really don’t want to go through with it.
Of course, it’s difficult to back out of any wedding, but the loss and the potential for a lot of people getting very angry at you is greater with an expensive wedding. So people go through with it just because they’ve already invested so much. I watched that happen to a friend of mine who filed for divorce I believe three months after the wedding. She had expressed extreme reservations beforehand, but she was too afraid of the repercussions.
Once the wedding’s over, everyone’s gotten what they paid for, so that pressure is mostly off. Splitting up a few months in will be quieter, and from a public humiliation standpoint, you’re on about the same level as any couple wanting to divorce regardless of the cost of the wedding.
And even if they genuinely wanted to marry, you have the financial stress factor if the couple had to go into a lot of debt to pay for a more lavish wedding than they could afford. Expensive purchases carry greater potential for conflict, and behind every expensive wedding, you’re likely to find at least one partner pissed off about the other’s decisions. And they’re going to be even more pissed off when they have to live with the reality of having to give up things they want to pay bills they didn’t agree with at the time.
Family lawyer here – I have observed the opposite of your hypothesis. The more people spend, the shorter the marriage (the partied are also more likely to be complete idiots the more they spend). One couple broke up after one day (big fight at wedding reception) – their wedding cost $100k+.
That was my premise. As supported by the article and your observation. Validated.
Of course you may have meant to reply to grouch.
One minus for no forum.
It’s amazing how many people get married who honestly don’t like each other.
You’re really back! I missed you!!!
“Basically, the marriage itself is just an extended director’s cut of their break-up.”
This made me laugh in a dry-as-fuck meeting about a purchasing system. I need a new goddamn job.
Agreed. That was a good moment.
Yep.
Was in a relationship for 6.5 years, married for 3. All of what she says is true.
Subsequently, happily single for a long time, now happily dating a wonderful guy and taking our sweet-ass time and not conforming to shit.
Marriage is just one of those things that happens…and a social construct. You don’t have to adhere to it. Your relationship doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. If you can peacefully exist with yourself and also coexist with someone who will let you exist with yourself, you don’t really require much else.
I was in a six and a half year relationship and decided to break up.
Dodged bullet!
When you write things like this I miss you as soon as I’m done reading.
Something I’ve been wondering about regarding this exact phenomenon: all “should have broken up instead of getting married” situations aside, since the majority of women do still change their names when they marry, I’ve always wondered if the problem that arises “after the papers are signed” is really a crisis of identity. If, potentially, there is a subconscious affect to assuming a new name, and the backlash from that permeates an otherwise healthy relationship–even after years of living together before marriage, in some cases.
Thoughts?
That reminds me of a post from The Financial Diet. http://thefinancialdiet.com/13-married-women-on-whether-they-changed-their-name-and-why/
I can’t imagine anyone would go through all the effort of changing their name without putting enough thought into it beforehand to prevent an identity crisis.
Interesting article, though I would hazard that many, if not most, women don’t actually consider it a choice; that they assume they will eventually marry, and eventually be Mrs. Somebody.
If someone has thought it through, I agree that they’re unlikely to have many post-wedding identity issues.
Women can keep their maiden name in the US, right ?
Yes.
If “and so they fall prey to this faulty reasoning and decide to plow through to the next stage of life regardless of whether their relationship is healthy.” Do you mind giving some points on how a healthy relationship looks and sounds like?
Mutual respect.
Open communication.
Shared goals.
Compatible sex drives.
And mutual kindness (not niceness, they’re different) and generosity of spirit.
Agreed, Karen. Kindness matters in a relationship.
Great question and answer, thank you
More power to the kids then. My tail-end-baby-boomer generation started with marriage and then all too often expected additional children to renew a stale relationship.
I think it’s better to be an ex wife than a baby mama* for life. From what I can see, women who were once married, remarry easier. Women with kids and were never married, meet men who continue the pattern. No facts, just from what I can see. Again, I’m black and from the hood so I see things differently from u guys.
*has been a baby mama
Would you say this happens to everyone? In all cases? What about the folks who get married for whatever reason and open up their relationship ?
It’s a generalization, not covering 100% of people. Obviously there are exceptions in large numbers, but small percentages, just like how “boys are like this and girls are like this,” and “white people be like…”
My wife and I have been married 12.5 years. We recognize the ways our marriage has changed, will change, and must change, but we’re happy to have each other as partners, and we’re exclusive. I don’t foresee us ever choosing to open the relationship sexually. There are ruts we’ve fallen into here and there, but we’ve successfully gotten out of them, which is crucial to do because sex is too important to let get boring.
Of course not everyone, not even in most cases. This isn’t epidemic. It’s just a notable phenomenon.
There should be a high school class that covers how to break up with people.
I know so many people that fell in love at ~ 20 and just married that person because … Idk …. they didn’t know what else to do.
It really speaks to Americans’ mental disfunction that so few people know how to choose happiness in relationships.
Late to this but I agree! Breaking up is an important part of the relationship, so to speak.
I just read this stoned in Singapore and I’m really appreciating the profundity of it.
I’m in the preamble of this situation now. Every time I think about leaving the nice, good-looking, stable man I am with I have a melt-down at the sunk costs. The years I have invested in him and us… But it isn’t right, and at some point I am going to have to toughen up and leave. I just don’t know how (we live together in the UK – I am Australian).
You gotta go if you’re just hanging. If not for yourself (though you’ll be glad you did) then for him. He deserves to move on, too.
Living together makes it messy, but it’s love; it’s gonna get messy.
You might have some sunk costs, but you’re costing yourself valuable time, too. Time to recover, time to reset, time you can’t get back.
I was literally in this situation, too (minus being Australian living in together in the UK – we both were from the UK). It took me maybe a whole year (after living together for a year; we were together just shy of 8 years) to actually pluck up the courage and leave. Couldn’t help think about the time, money, youth, etc. Honestly, it’s the best thing I did for both of us. It sucked, it really sucked, but it had to be done.
WOW. I read this by chance (wasn’t sure Coke would bless us with two posts so close together) while waiting for a call from my boyfriend who was questioning the current state of our relationship.
Rather than listing to him all the *sunk costs* in an attempt to justify making it work, I realized I was not being properly fulfilled emotionally, mentally, or physically and ended it. Today. It was simply out of habit and ease that we even stayed together this long.
I don’t know how you do it, Coke, but damn I’m glad you do. Thanks.
How do you feel?
Relieved. And free.
This is 100% true! I know people that told me outright the day before the wedding they didn’t want to marry this person, but you know “Sunk costs” (our family is here; everything is paid for; we live together; we’re ready for babies; etc.)… so they just go through the motions.
PS I signed in once a “FirstTimeCommenter”… but now it’s, like, third time commenter. I’m keeping the name though.
Oh, and glad you’re still here, Coke. Our country needs you and voices like yours.
You’re kicking ass with the comments, man. Keep it up.
Yeah, a neighbor growing up called off her wedding the day-of. People were saying how she should have just gone through with it. I mean, come on, they bought the cake and everything! And her dress. And people bought plane tickets.
The best thing she did for that guy was not marry him.
Another thought: I disagree with coke that these relationships are necessarily unhealthy. People are in them and don’t want to leave them because they are atleast somewhat healthy, besides the fact that its just “over”. It can be hard to leave healthy functionality, mutual respect, and everything good on paper, when there is no specific reason why it’s just not working for you any longer.
The fact that they self destruct after the marriage is a pretty good sign that they were unhealthy. It took a major change in order to resolve the conflict. The range of reasons is nearly identical to the number of relationships. And there is positively no way for us to judge these hypothetical train wrecks. For any relationship you imagine to be “good enough” we can imagine one that isn’t.
It’s bad enough that it took what should have been a life affirming ritual of togetherness to make them realize they were already apart or that it could not continue.
In fact it’s kind of gross to consider they would have limped along in a semi functional state had they not resolved it by getting married and breaking apart. I will tell you what I believe the prime reason they determinedly stagger along…dependence. Ick.
Ultimately the people in the relationship have their own opinion of how healthy it is. And they aren’t necessarily right.
I’m in a social group that does this – of 4 close friends who got married in the past few years, only one is still married. All long relationships, all lived together before marriage….all definitely had problems but optimistically decided they could work through them. Optimism isn’t a guarantee, I guess.
Been in a long relationship myself but am in no rush to cave to social pressure about getting married. We want a party, but we’re not in a ideal place professionally to put the effort into planning a GOOD party, and the relationship is genuinely great in all the important ways in the meantime. It’ll keep!
DADDY’S ON HIS THIRD MARRIAGE 😉
This post was terrifying at first until I realised the point isn’t “most marriages fail” but “you don’t have to get married”. Felt relief after that.
Me too.
I don’t understand why any self-actualized adult would change their name when they got married, unless they had a bad last name like “Cockburn”. It reeks too “Handsmaid Tale” for me….
An unfortunate name is a legit reason to just change it, regardless of marriage.
Not everyone is so keen on their family. My wife saw her father for the first time since childhood only a year ago. It was a good time, but there’s no legacy to carry forth, and not even any memories. This past Christmas was the first one where our kids received gifts from him – $25 Target gift cards. I’d have loved for the girls to use them for something fun, but I had nearly no money and guests coming over for brunch, so I took the $100 in gift cards instead of my Visa, went to the store, and Grandpa paid for us to have a nice time. Perhaps if he’d been there for my wife in any of the previous 32 years they could have bought LEGOs or Minecraft t-shirts, but that’s not the situation, and his name isn’t living on through her.
One day, I’ll find Jackson Galaxy. I’ll marry him and take his name, so his power will be mine ! All mine !
<3
Enjoy some seriously sunk costs.
http://ktu.iheart.com/media/play/27698857/
She catches him with a wife, and when he says after all this time he never told her (when she threatens his job) because he’s getting a divorce she’s asked if she’s really buying any of it.
She says, “well I don’t want to lose him.” And then, “he gonna be all mine.”
So sad it’s hilarious.
I really read this as “Sunk Cocks” and I was so excited for whatever freak shit it was gonna be.
I wouldn’t get my excitement ballooned up for Sunk Cocks.
The main reason I would not be able to get married is boredom. Many people find it comforting when they can predict what someone is going to say next, what they’re thinking, what they will do. I find that fucking boring. Whenever I get close to that stage with a partner (usually within a year), it’s like a switch is suddenly flicked and I lose interest completely in the relationship. I have never been interested in a relationship beyond a year, and can’t imagine what it would be like to live with the same person for life. It’s my worst nightmare.
My boredom is chronic and intense, though. It permeates all levels of my life. I don’t meet most of my friends because I find them boring. It’s even worse when they are perfectly nice people but I just can’t keep my interest when I’m in their company. I have considered the possibility that I am boring, but there are certain (very few) people who spark me and get me into an almost manic state when they show their intelligence (usually emotional intelligence). When I’m with people who read widely and are interested in a variety of topics, I don’t get bored. The trouble is, I currently live in a bad situation (hometown with my parents- medical issues) where the culture is that people are only concerned about mundane things like money, work and practical affairs. A typical conversation might consist of a recipe for a new dish, how much sneakers cost, how expensive parking in the city has become. When I’m with my parents, as much as I love them, it’s a nightmare. They repeat the same comments and jokes all the time. When we are in the car, and we pass someone’s house, they comment “So-and-so lives here (or used to live here)” – everytime we pass the same place! I feel like I’m stuck in a really bad nightmare, a constant loop.
I’ve recently been diagnosed with ADHD, and my psychiatrist says that because I’m smart the boredom is much worse. 90% of media I consume bores me, including Oscar nominated movies and TV shows people hail. I’ve had unserious but repetitive musings that it’s a good thing I don’t have a gun, because I could on impulse, out of frustration blow my brains out, out of sheer boredom.
Does anyone have suggestions on how to lead a highly stimulating life and sustain it that way? I’m into film, teaching, writing and talking to strangers. I need to find a solution to my boredom without getting into trouble (getting arrested, being sent to hospitals, getting dead drunk).
As someone who lives with their parents still due to circumstances that can’t at the moment be changed, I feel you! The broken record of stale anecdotes and tired commentary could feel welcomed if it wasn’t everyday we had to listen to it.
I found that part of the reason I was depressed with living at home still was because I felt like my self-development was stagnant. I wasn’t challenging myself because I was stuck in the same routine with the same people that kept making me feel the same way.
What helped me was weightlifting.. Picking this up was a way to make a daily investment into myself that changed my perception of my stagnant lifestyle. My mind needed something else to occupy it, and the ritualistic self-improvement was beneficial in centering me and curbing my anxiety.
Why don’t you try to learn a new skill? Take some film theory courses at a local college, learn a new language or try your hand at something you don’t know much about – permaculture, woodworking, fitness, yoga, musical instruments, making jewelry, reselling vintage clothing.
Channel your extra energy into something that builds you up, otherwise it will stagnate into something that weighs you down.
Wonderful advice.
I feel like a fool for responding to this. But oh well.
On one level, I get you. Going home and talking to my family (including extended family) is like putting forks in my eyes. It blows my mind how they can have endless inane conversations, especially about the locations of things. e.g. That new Applebee’s is on county road x, or is it county road y, you know where they used to have the used car dealership, or is it next the marathon station? Oh your last name is Aitkin? I knew some Aitkins once, up in Bobstown and some in Marthaville, its right next to the state reserve. etc. etc. etc. forever and ever. When I was younger it made me so crazy that I started writing it all down. I have files upon files of me mimicking their conversations in some weird way of trying to deal with how boring it all was and how bored I was all the damn time. It made me mad, arrogant and weirdly rebellious, and I had a very low opinion of most people for a long time.
And then I left.
The world is full of fascinating things, people, and places, and there are plenty of challenging activities. Could you change health outcomes in a low income neighborhood? Put a rocket in space? Write something for publication? Be vulnerable enough to fall in love? Achieve self-awareness? Run for office? Sell a painting? Organize a rally? Stop the zombie apocalypse? There are million challenging things for a smart person to do.
Get well. Leave. Find your people. Stop acting like life has to entertain you. Do something difficult that brings you purpose or happiness or even just a sense of productivity.
And when you go back to visit your parents you won’t have so much contempt for them. You’ll feel like an anthropologist visiting Trobriand Islanders; it almost becomes interesting again.
The funniest part of any family meeting is rediscovering how everyone is. Then it all becomes unbearable as you realize this is why you don’t come as often as you say you will. But the first couple hours are fun still !
I can’t just bloody leave. I wish I could. My parents have confiscated my passport and put it in a safe. The last time I tried to get them to return my passport, I called the police. I’m a legal adult (28) and they are illegally withholding my property. Instead, the police did nothing (my hometown sucks), and even berated me for not appreciating my parents and calling the cops on them. Later, my parents called the ambulance and had me compulsorily admitted to a mental hospital, where they pumped me full of shitty drugs and made me even more depressed and traumatised. There, I was abused by a nurse (I had massive bruises on my arm from her twisting my arm) and restrained by numerous sadistic people to the point where I felt like I was being raped. I’m worse off after the hospital stay. And now I’m stuck here, in my parents’ house, not able to get out. This is the first time in my life I’ve started to have seriously suicidal thoughts. I just feel so trapped. And no, I don’t think that life has to entertain me, I just can’t entertain myself because I’m fucking depressed. And no, I don’t have contempt for my parents. I respect them, but I have contempt for my situation and environment.
Report your passport as lost or stolen. Are you in the US? Call the Department of State at (877) 487-2778 or mail in the form for lost/stolen passports. Calling might be the better option. Can you have the replacement mailed to a friend’s house?
I’m making a replacement passport and getting the hell out of my parents’ house. I’m going to Australia with no money and I’m going to make it on my own! Wish me luck!
Based on my personal experience, I highly recommend seeing a counselor. When I was depressed and having conflict with my parents, having a mental health professional who heard me out on every issue and who was in my corner made a world of difference.
I think the best way to combat the boredom/depression combo is to create something. It doesn’t matter what. Just put your mind and heart and soul into something and have a tangible result of your work.
As for people boring you, maybe there’s a different way you can approach your interactions in general. It’s not just about conversation topics. Get to know people on a deep, meaningful level. Instead of looking for people to hold your interest, look for people to connect with. Everyone is a fascinating character with their own backstory and thoughts and emotions and experiences. Just because their small talk bores you doesn’t mean they’re not a complex person with a crazy story. Be the kind of person who people want to share with rather than the person who secretly resents them for not being entertaining enough.
Indeed.
I feel pretty silly because I totally blew over the fact that the initial comment I responded to definitely mentions seeing a psychiatrist. Derp.
You don’t need to leave the country to leave. It’s pretty clear you have contempt for people – regardless of you parents – from the way you think everyone is so boring.
Thanks for the advice. I really appreciate it you guys. I have a bad attitude towards being bored. You’re right, it’s my fault, not others’. I was stoned off my face for a year in San Francisco with top grade medical marijuana. Everything was interesting then, even the most mundane conversations gave insight into the human condition. So you’re right – it’s all a state of mind.
Boredom is the reason I change jobs just about every year. On the ADHD, it’s related. I was diagnosed with trauma-induced ADD (no shit, I caught ADD) as a result of my time in the Marine Corps. You’re obviously intelligent, so you’re going to be fine.
Marriage is not the answer to much of anything anyway, except wanting to be married. I prefer being married, but fuck it if it’s not for you. Being single has tons of advantages, too.
How do you catch ADD from trauma?
I don’t understand it, but the guy who tested me at the VA hospital said that it’s not uncommon. He was even able to determine from the test results that I didn’t have ADD when I was younger, which I didn’t.
Here’s something that offers some explanation: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/298478.php
Reading this it could be from earlier sports injuries. I was a D-I college diver and suffered multiple head injuries when I was 18 (from hitting the water the wrong way). Later in Iraq I was caught in the casualty radius of mortar fire on one occasion.
Jesus. My theory is that dopamine receptors in your brain are fucked up from the experience of overstimulation. Normal levels of stimulation don’t produce the same amount of dopamine. Dopamine is the main chemical that’s responsible for ADHD. I don’t study neuroscience but I’ve read a lot of scientific papers to come up with my pseudo-theory.
I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. I suspect I developed ADHD as an adult as well. I lived in Singapore all my life where everything is safe and predictable, only to then live overseas (UK, US, Australia) for the next 8 years. Coming back to Singapore doesn’t feel the same anymore. I feel like a long-staying tourist in my own country. No longer fascinated by the sights, not Singaporean enough to integrate into society. It doesn’t help that Singapore is full of conformist thinkers, and I’m the complete opposite. Are there any other Singaporean readers here? What are your feelings towards Singapore?
Jessica, I’m sorry that you’re in this situation. Will you stay in Singapore? Do you have family there? Friends?
You make some good points. I was in a state of hyper-vigilance for some time afterward. One day I was driving on a normal street in North Carolina and there was a box in the road. I swerved, nearly driving into someone’s house, like I was avoiding an IED.
What’s crazy is that I wasn’t a driver in Iraq. I once manned a Humvee to get somewhere, but nothing happened.
On another occasion I was walking somewhere and this waft of a smell like burning trash came across me. I puked for a good couple minutes, because burning trash is what Falluja smells like – they have no sanitation department, so the base set one up and they just have it on fire 24 hours a day.
Are you better now? How long did it take for normal life to seem real again?
Around 2012 – 4 years after getting out – a marine I knew asked if I’d join the French Foreign Legion with him. Among the thoughts of why not was that the fog was starting to lift.
By then I had put some space between who I was and who I’d become by coaching a season of youth basketball, getting a college degree, starting a new career.
Things still bother me. There are still times I feel I’ll never be better, and that nothing will ever be okay, but they’re fewer and further between.
I’m glad you’re feeling much better. Are you part of the French foreign legion? That’s cool.
No, I was a US Marine. I have no experience with the FFL, but imagine it’s about the same – same shitty pay, same dumb rules, but you learn to speak French.
I’m from Singapore. Long-time reader of Coke – since I was 18.
Agree with the view that most Singaporeans are conformist thinkers – but of course there are many vocal pockets of Singaporeans that don’t conform. Or, they are trying desperately to question the system, which is difficult because the Govt has crafted a very cosy, safe and rewarding place for those who abide by the rules.
Sze – can we meet up? My email is jessiesent@gmail.com
You’re a piece of shit. They wiped your ass and were bored to tears by you as a helpless child for years. Stop bitching about how dull everyone is and get working on where you want to go next. Living with your parents is fucking temporary.
Secondly, you don’t befriend entertainment, you befriend PEOPLE whom you have to convince you are a worthy friend. No one gives a single fuck about amusing you.
I deserved that.
Thought experiment. Let’s take all the Coquette readers (especially the regulars on the forum) and put them in a bar together. What would happen? What would we talk about? Would there be more concurrence or arguments?
One drink or two and we’d be good to go and conquer the Two Sicilies.
I’d go all Banksy on the giant statues in Firenze.
Start a Jackson galaxy fan club.
I’m in an uber right now. Perfect for commenting!
I compulsively talk to Uber Drivers. I met my 6th boyfriend that way. As the drive went on, I progressively took off more layers of clothing claiming his car was warm. By the end of it, he asked for my phone number.
Jessi, you might need to start accepting help from ressources that might need to gain your trust.
Thanks Nona.
Jessi darling, however much you piss on this comment section, never hesitate to hook me up with some kind of temporary email address. You’re a lovely, if a little weird gal.
We love your crazy ass Jessica
Wow thanks Nona. That’s super nice of you. Can you email me at jessiesent@gmail.com?
Whoami – Love ya too.
That’s a deal Jessica.
Someone would accuse someone else of being CQ while she was actually tending bar.
Everyone would start suspecting everyone of being CQ. It would be like Murder by Death. We’d have a bottle episode lockdown where no one can leave until we figure out who CQ is.
Based on what I’ve seen, CQ is most likely just another character created by Fred Savage.
It’s all right here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKp_I9umUD8
That’s actually not one of the worst theories out there.
What other theories are there? Does anyone think it might be a collective of people instead of just one person? It might be me doubting any one person has the encyclopaedic knowledge that CQ exhibits. Either that or she’s extremely old. Like 80 and retired. That would explain why she’s so knowledgeable and wise, and then the surprising part only comes in that she has such current knowledge of pop culture, though anyone with an Internet connection could get that sort of knowledge. Do you think we’ll ever know? Do we want to ever know?
You guys all loved that show where the tacky ass magician destroyed the illusions; dinnt yah.
Jessica
That is like the worst compliment you can give an author. But thanks it made me laugh.
It reminded me that great authors aren’t that great, but that’s what makes them great. It reminded me why I fell in love with broken metaphors.
And no, I don’t think CQ is a collective. Not enough evidence.
Yeah, she used to be but she’s going solo now (I think).
I’m convinced she must be at least 80 years old. I’m willing to place a $1000 bet on it without a deposit.
I always thought she was Eve Babitz, personally. Writer and former party girl who knew most people over several generations in her cultural milieu of Los Angeles, in addition to being an artist and widely read bookworm who experimented with various partners and drugs and documented this in aspects of her work, albeit with names changed. Eve hasn’t published anything new since the very late 1990s (excluding recently republished ‘fictive’ memoirs Eve’s Hollywood and Slow Days, Fast Company and soon-to-be republished this summer, the novel, Sex and Rage: Advice to Young Ladies Eager for a Good Time) after an accident in her car where she suffered severe burns on more than half her body and became somewhat reclusive, as later interviews allude to. It’s why I keep Eve’s works on my bookshelf beside CQ’s best of collection and Notes To My Future Husband.
I googled Eve Babitz (how have I not heard of her before?!) and found a quote about how she loves cats. CQ hates cats.
I don’t remember where she mentioned that.
It doesn’t make sense for her to be a famous celebrity. It doesn’t make sense to go to such extents for anonymity if you expose yourself to publicity in another identity. She would be someone who actively avoids the limelight. She’s not a producer in LA, never was, she’s always been a writer who ghost-writes TV series and movies. I feel like she wrote Westworld. It just smells so much like her. Some of the female characters speak exactly like her and the ideology underlying it is also suspiciously CQish. Kinda “People are fucking animals and nuts but it can still be a wonderfully weird, fun and meaningful place to live in.”
Whatever it is, she’s not someone we already know. A complete unknown. A woman living in some town somewhere we’ve never met and will never meet. A woman who loves us all despite having never met us all. A complete stranger.
She once said that she respects those to the level they respect her, and cats don’t.
This doesn’t mean she isn’t Evie Babitz. If anything, this level of cat-thought may be a move in favor!
It’s true. I don’t hate cats so much as I hate the phenomenon of cat posts on the internet. I exist in a state of détente with most cats. They don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with them, and generally we’re cool. I would never deliberately own a cat, mainly because dogs exist, and I find them to be far superior creatures in every conceivable way. Yes, I know those are fighting words, but I’ve chosen sides on this one. Dogs are the best. I love dogs. That’s just who I am and what I’m about.
There is no better way to ensure you won’t leave your house for more than 12 hours at a time than to own a dog.
On bright side, after 15 years, one of you will be dead.
I also feel this way about cats, except you can leave a cat for the weekend so long as you don’t mind an unflushed box getting regular deposits of piss and turds that then churn up into the air.
I only like cats with yellow socks on.
Dear Coquette,
You do not get to decide to own a cat; however new agey it sounds, the cat decides if you are her owner or not.
Scientific evidence points to cats domesticating themselves multiple times in multiple locations, as a sharp contrast to the animals (cattle, horses, hogs, goat and dogs) that primitive Homo Sapiens selectively bred to serve our civilisation building needs.
The more time goes on, the more of a dog person I become. But I’ll always be more of a cat person (I was partially raised by a cat after all).
I actually discovered Eve through CQ’s personal blog prior to the NYRB republishing Eve’s Hollywood a couple years ago! I always thought, it’d be a pretty good red herring though, wouldn’t it, to say you hated something you actually didn’t?
I mean, that’s the kind of detail reddit-level detectives typically look for. She certainly now it too. Do you think she would lie about that tho ? “Draw your own conclusions.”
*knows
To rise above Reddit level deduction we need to ignore small clues like that about the cat. It’s exactly the sort of thing she’d decide was worth a white lie. Integrity is different from honesty, remember? We need to analyse a character profile the way detectives do for criminals. What sort of person would spend a sizeable proportion of their time helping strangers on the Internet? What sort of person would go to a great extent to ensure anonymity? Why does she need to be anonymous to write this blog? What sort of person would have this level of cross-disciplinary knowledge and wisdom?
She can’t be 36. At 36 she’d have more life experiences than many of her readers, add her propensity for adventure and life change, and she’d be wiser than a typical 36 year old. However, the wisdom she shows in her posts seem beyond that even. It seems to be a person who’s already led a full life and has incredible insight not only to a mid-life level but to the entirety of life, to the human condition. Am I making sense?
She’s gotta be old. Like really old. We just can’t imagine it because she says “fuck” an awful lot. That’s the cleverest red herring. She’s the sort of person who, if she ever said “fuck” in real life, you’d be alarmed and surprised enough to spit out your damn birthday cake.
I’m not that old. Wisdom isn’t a product of years. It’s a product of experience.
Guys, it’s clearly so important to figure out who she is. Have no fear: I’ve cracked the case.
She’s clearly Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford.
actually she’s Edward de Vere and Jean de La Bruyère in a trenchcoat
actually, no : she’s Coco Peru in Trick
Dammit, you brilliant bastard! Next time we meet the drinks are on me.
Chris, if that comment was for ME – did we meet a first time? I do know at least three Chris’ off the top of my head.
And thanks! Anyway, I’d never turn down a free drink.
If it’s not for me, then, um, carry on.
Haha, yes Barefootsie, because you cracked the code.
Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford – it was in front of us the entire time!
Odds are against we actually did meet before. However, if you see a guy who looks like my avatar you should just assume it’s me, throw out the secret wave (simultaneous pointing, thumbs up, wink and head nod), and we’ll hang out.
I’ll keep an eye out for someone who looks like you, too.
I don’t believe you, Coquette. Wisdom is a product of experience and your level of wisdom speaks to experience that must have been accumulated over a lifetime. Will you ever reveal who you are?
Orlando was a biopic and it was about Coquette.
Some people aren’t ignorant. A lot of them are. She doesn’t have to be old to be this wise. Sadly the dumbing down of the world en masse (and particularly in the wildly uneducated America) may make it seem like only an old crone could actually have a brain in her head. People in their twenties these days actually feel substantially more ignorant to those of us in our thirties for this reason. We read books and made our own decisions. We don’t think beautiful people are “goals.” She’s not old, your generation is just stupid.
Why would she? No agent or anyone with a financial interest in keeping things going would advise on revealing the author’s identity, except as a last resort to create interest like JK Rowling and Robert Galbraith when the books didn’t sell, except this would be the reverse if a book was published under the author’s real name as opposed to their pseudonym. As it stands, she’s probably financially more ‘viable’ anonymous than with her identity out there for the world to see. Besides, the current and future books (in addition to any other future merchandise) would sell less if people can’t project their own manufactured identities onto their perception of ‘The Coquette’ as a brand and the whole experience would susbequently crumble. For many readers, if CQ didn’t match the image they have in their minds, it’d be like Dorothy discovering the wizard doesn’t actually know anything, he’s just convincing at what he does and in reality when the curtain is pulled back, is just an old man who’s good at keeping the game running and the plates spinning.
She’d probably never let us peek behind the curtain. There’s more poetry in her dying without ever being known. Besides, this crazy thing that is The Coquette was never about her. It was always about all of us and how she can help us be warriors in this world that endlessly bludgeons. It’s just that some of us are obsessed with finding out who she is.
I tried to track her down. I’m from Singapore and I went to LA. I tweeted her and asked her where she was, and she said she was in the Mondrian pool. At that particular time however, I was on holiday in Cambridge. Otherwise, I would have gone immediately to the pool and interviewed all likely suspects. I feel like I got so close to finding her, yet it led to a dead end.
I like that she’s anonymous. Her opinion has no title attached to it. No size, shape, color. We know enough about her. People got pissed that she was so liberal, imagine how betrayed some would feel if they knew she was middle eastern or something ignorant. She probably doesn’t care about what people think in that regard, however, that’s y I like that she’s anonymous. I wish I knew less about her.
I like what I do know about her. I like her an awful lot. I’m so fond of her. I will miss her when she’s gone.
You like your riddles wrapped in mysteries inside an enigma.
Actually, many rich men date with younger 20+ women. It’s nomally. If you have much money, you can do many things except buying your life and time.
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