Let’s be honest, ladies—marriage has always been a little… lopsided. Throughout history, it was never about love, pleasure, or personal fulfillment for women. It was about property. Legitimacy. Securing male lineage. Controlling female sexuality. In short? Women existed to serve men’s needs: to cook their meals, raise their babies, spread their legs when told, and smile while doing it. If you trace the roots of traditional marriage, they’re soaked in patriarchy, not passion.
That whole script is finally being rewritten—and the new draft? Sexier, smarter, and female-led.
For most of history, marriage wasn’t about love. It was an economic transaction. Women were traded like assets—sometimes with a dowry, often without choice. The husband got labor, sexual access, heirs, and legitimacy. The wife? She got safety—if she was lucky. But mostly, she got social confinement and a daily dose of duty dressed up as devotion.
In many cultures, a wife was legally the property of her husband. Her sexuality was policed, her voice minimized, and her body existed to serve his legacy. Think about it: who benefits from “till death do us part” when infidelity was punished differently based on gender? A cheating wife could be stoned or cast out. A cheating husband? "Boys will be boys" or "just being a man.”
And don’t even get me started on the whole virginity obsession. That wasn’t about purity. It was about proving ownership. Ensuring that the children a woman bore were biologically her husband’s—and no one else’s. Because heaven forbid a man contribute to or raise a child that wasn’t biologically his.
Romance didn’t really enter the marriage chat until much later. And women? We were expected to sacrifice ourselves on the altar of domesticity—smiling while cooking, birthing, and begging for a sliver of autonomy. We’ve evolved (see what I did there?) and so has marriage.…
