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Dear Me, will you marry me?

A foot spa, a weekend movie, a night out with the girls, a bottle of red wine in the fridge and a Murakami shoved under the pillow. Chances are you are single.

Chances are you’re a girl. (Or at least that’s what the Bridgette Jones-meets-Virginia Woolf bible of singlehood followed by women world over will tell you.)

Why do women, seemingly happy being single, need to advertise the same?

Chances also are you don’t mind paying your own bills and are particularly glad you don’t have to bother about the business of something that calls itself Delhi Daredevils but is not an adolescent biker-gang.

You’re happy. But does Facebook need to know?

Huffingtonpost.com reports there are women willing to walk a mile further.  Nadine Schweigert, a resident of North Dakota, ‘married’ herself in a ‘commitment ceremony’ to celebrate being single and surviving a divorce six years back where her children chose to live with her ex-husband.

The Telegraph, a few days earlier had reported about a Taiwanese woman who had decided to marry herself ‘due to lack of potential suitors’.

Huffingtonpost.com quotes Nadine saying, “"I feel very empowered, very happy, very joyous ... I want to share that with people, and also the people that were in attendance, it's a form of accountability.” The report adds, ‘The Fargo-based yoga teacher also takes herself on dates to treat herself and "to invest in this relationship."' In popular chick flick language that comes close to ‘revenge’. You could actually picture a pretty brunette in stilettos burning and flushing down the ex-hubby/boyfriend’s Polaroid shot as she says this. While Facebook has made the world largely uncritical of ‘attention seeking’ isn’t it still important to draw a line between ‘celebrating’ and ‘advertising’?

For example Chen Wei-yih, who The Telegraph reports about, undertook a 3,500 pounds-worth publicity campaign before she took her vows with herself.

While this would necessitate a rather winding philosophical discussion, but how do contentment and shouting out from the rooftops get along?

And most importantly, why do women feel compelled to tell the world they’re doing fine without a man? For all you know, if you said this on Twitter, the 10 trolls apart, there’ll be 20 new male followers in the next hour. You might not always agree with the ways of the web world, but you’re still in it, right?

A question to feminists and male-chauvinist bashers who hate this post: Man, 30, single. Goes to a TV channel and says he has ‘married’ himself. Don’t say you won’t laugh. Or wonder if football's banned.