I’ve been cheerfully hitched since 2002, but from the once I had been solitary — before social networking, smart phones, plus the internet was thing — matrimonial advertisements posted in community mags had been a way to obtain much giggling among buddies.
The adverts, frequently published by moms and dads, described “homely” (domestically-inclined) daughters, of “wheatish” complexion (colourism is alive and well in several South Asian communities). 
The adverts would carry on to list the age, training degree, also racial back ground of daughters. Moms and dads were hoping to find a groom who was simply a “professional” (read: doctor/ lawyer/ engineer/ accountant), moderately taller and infinitely wealthier than their daughters. The boy’s parents were no better: only lovely and“fair” princesses need submit an application for their offspring. Read the rest of this entry