For some reason, they fascinate me. I think it started when I saw an episode of Viva La Bam or something, and Bam's friends had gotten a mail order bride for one of his other friends. She seemed so awkward and innocent. She was a tall, attractive blonde clutching a teddy bear who could seemingly only say "marriage" in heavily-accented English.
I saw a documentary show once that I happened to catch. It followed several people in Russia. One was a slightly-nerdy but otherwise normal looking guy in his 30s as he dated an attractive blonde 30-year-old. She didn't end up leaving Russia, so you got the impression that perhaps he used her for sex. Maybe he just didn't feel anything, though, who knows. A real heart-breaking moment came when they interviewed a very attractive 35-year-old brunette who desperately wanted a husband and children and felt that time was running short. She had a professional job and her own apartment.
I guess I always felt if worse ever came to worse, that this could be an option for me. I'm not the worst-looking guy in the world, and I'd probably elect to do this before I became some creepy old man looking to score a desperate-to-get-out 20-year-old who'd just either wait until I died or leave as soon as her own citizenship is approved.
What is everyone's opinions on this? On the one hand, it seems it could be as perfectly valid as meeting someone online, and in a way mail order brides were the original MySpace hookups. On the more cynical, or realist, hand, there's something vaguely creepy about picking people as if from a catalogue, and it seems like a business, a transaction handled by businesspeople between desperate men who can't satisfy American women and desperate women eager to leave a broken empire filled with bitter alcoholics.
I saw a documentary show once that I happened to catch. It followed several people in Russia. One was a slightly-nerdy but otherwise normal looking guy in his 30s as he dated an attractive blonde 30-year-old. She didn't end up leaving Russia, so you got the impression that perhaps he used her for sex. Maybe he just didn't feel anything, though, who knows. A real heart-breaking moment came when they interviewed a very attractive 35-year-old brunette who desperately wanted a husband and children and felt that time was running short. She had a professional job and her own apartment.
I guess I always felt if worse ever came to worse, that this could be an option for me. I'm not the worst-looking guy in the world, and I'd probably elect to do this before I became some creepy old man looking to score a desperate-to-get-out 20-year-old who'd just either wait until I died or leave as soon as her own citizenship is approved.
What is everyone's opinions on this? On the one hand, it seems it could be as perfectly valid as meeting someone online, and in a way mail order brides were the original MySpace hookups. On the more cynical, or realist, hand, there's something vaguely creepy about picking people as if from a catalogue, and it seems like a business, a transaction handled by businesspeople between desperate men who can't satisfy American women and desperate women eager to leave a broken empire filled with bitter alcoholics.