  I am a 26 single straight woman who believes in defending my right to get married. I have a right to not be asked by friends and relatives whether I am in a relationship.
I have a right to tell those same friends and relatives to go to hell when they suggest I meet a "nice guy" and "settle down. " I have a right to have dreams that have nothing to do with a big white dress, seven bridesmaids and losing my born again virginity on my wedding night.
I have a right to have my single male friends not ask me to be their bethrothed if they do not find the woman of their dreams by the time they are thirty, or thirty-five or forty...you get the picture. I have a right to feel insulted when I am told my biological clock is ticking. I have the right to choose who I sleep with, when I sleep with them, anot not have to commit my heart and soul to good sex.
I have the right to get my heart broken at least half a dozen times before I choose the right guy for me. I have the right to choose when I want to have a family, and who I want to raise my children. I have a right to all of this, as long as my choice is a straight single man...and on days like today...that does not seem like much of a choice. 
