As little girls growing up playing with dolls and Easy-Bake Ovens and pushing our fake grocery carts around and carrying our fake purses, it’s pretty much drilled into our heads from Day 1 that the pentacle of a woman’s life is marriage, and kids, and carpools, and a white picket fence. We marry off our Barbies to our Kens at 5, marry off ourselves to our first boyfriends on the playground at age 10, and … » Read More