After two exceptionally brutal years on the New York dating circuit, I’m starting to think the polygamy might be the answer, after all.
Blame it Meri, Janelle, Christine and Robyn Brown, the stars of TLC’s show “Sister Wives.”
As an independent, professional woman living in lower Manhattan, I’ve become fascinated with these four Mormon women, who driven by their religious conviction, have shunned traditional marriage. Their devotion to the polygamous Kody is mind-boggling and what has kept me glued to the TV for two seasons, devouring the “family’s” every birth, anniversary and shopping trip.
Yet, stranger than the sister wives’ cult-like adoration for Kody is he seems like regular guy. He’s quite nice and quite good-looking – even someone I might date. On his advertising sales salary he’s no Mitt Romney, but he’s not Warren Jeffs either. He’s like the neighbor who lends you his snow blower or voluntarily rakes your leaves. But like any guy he has a rap. His is just perfected.
Case at point: When wife #1, Meri, vented about her jealously, in typical playa fashion he flipped the situation by venting about the pressures of having to juggle (i.e. –uck) four women. “But this is what we both agreed and wanted, remember?” he whined.
The showstopper was his wedding to wife #4, Robyn, a prettier, thinner, divorcee that the other wives personally handpicked. I wanted to bitch slap those ladies. Those God-fearing sistas giggled and smiled through the entire ceremony like a bunch of 16-year-olds cheering on the star quarterback. What?!
Granted, I don’t deal well with cheats. But when I consider the advantages of a polygamous lifestyle – free childcare, help with cooking and cleaning, and sex on a regular basis – it is kind of appealing. For an overworked, stressed, sexually deprived single mom, it certainly offers more than any Match.com date.