I was in awe. I almost screamed. It became apparent to me that either we have become a cynical society that no longer believes in the solidity of marriage or my friends are just twisted. I've thought long and hard about what could've so changed our view of an institution that just a few years ago was as permanent and trustworthy as herpes. The conclusion I've come to is that our distrust of marriage is the fault of Marilyn Manson.
Every generation looks to it's freaks and outcasts.
Whether genuine or fabricated by a guy in an office at a record label, you can look to these painted angst-ridden artists and glean ways to piss off the generation before or use them as an example of how to not fit in. Sometimes you don't even need to try very hard. Marilyn Manson, like him or not, seemed perfect alienation fodder. Best of all, he didn't try to explain it away to smooth ruffled Wal-Mart feathers. He made no apologies for his actions, even if he was in the wrong.