Reminds me of my mom's church (her "real" church as opposed to the one we attend locally), where it's universally understood that any unmarried woman over the age of 22 is lower than garbage. You are supposed to marry someone in the church, but the church has about 12 members scattered across the entire country and no way of getting together at least while I was still young enough. For years I attended gatherings, wrote letters, and tried to have a young singles group formed. By the time one was, I was told the cutoff age was 28, and I was a couple of years older than that by then. Also for a church whose watchword is charity, they are among the most uncharitable people on the face of the earth, I mean not only would many of them (and I notice the richer they are, the meaner they are) not help you if you were lying in the road bleeding to death, they'd say you were the type who deserved it. What really made me give up was being unable to meet anyone suitable through my best interest, Ray Bradbury, which after going online I met a couple of guys who were absolute disasters. The death blow was dealt in 2003, that is seven years before the picture of us at his 90th birthday party. Well, I am now 57 and never married so I guess I'm bound for Hell. Too bad, they cannot say I didn't try!
Incidentally, this all went down even before the TV show Unsolved Mysteries came on, when I was around 26--the "cutoff age" after which Newsweek magazine declared one would never be married. After watching that, there were SO MANY things I was SO GLAD I never did! UM isn't on anymore, but there are a number of others, my favorite being People Magazine Investigates. There are so many stories of people being killed by their spouses or kids, as a matter of fact my sisters went to school with a guy who murdered both his wife and son. So there is a plus to being single they never tell you in school.