The Crescat is blazingly honest:
[E]ven in my most virulent stages of feminism nothing irked me more then cohabitation. I never understood why my fellow Feministas would allow themselves to be used to such a measure without a ring and a wedding date. It's the equivalent of allowing yourself to be a live in maid and concubine.
Um, yeah. And she offers a first-hand anecdote for the icing on the cake. Fits with my current reading, Phyllis Schlafly's new humdinger, The Flipside of Feminism. Review to follow shortly.
UPDATE: I'm moving this post up temporarily to let you know that there will be no real review. The book began marvelously and yet after spinning wheels loudly, really went nowhere. The authors debunked feminists claims deftly enough, but offered no solutions to current problems (divorce, promiscuity, materialism, family dysfunction, etc.) other than to infer, "Follow your instincts, ladies, you've usually been right!" That may have been true a couple generations ago, as the deconstructionists were gaining traction, but at this point, those instincts have been crushed and new concrete game plans are required. Mine, of course is here. (Study guide available upon request, and I speak anywhere for plane fare, decent grub and a mite-free pillow.)