I’m not quite ready to let this thing go. It’s so mysterious. What does it say about anyone anyhow that he/she is married (and I suppose this means lawfully rather than common law) ten years after graduation? What does it say that there are differentials among the colleges these individuals attended? And what, after all, is magical about ten years as opposed to five or fifteen?
We have had some fun here speculating about what Chicago’s relatively low rate might mean. However, it’s worth pointing out that while low in relation to some of its peers, not especially low in relation to others. Brown, Columbia, Stanford and Harvard are within a range of +1 to +3 in relation to Chicago, looking only at the overall rate of marriage of the entire student body, including, I assume, the three middle quintiles as well as the lower and higher ones. That doesn’t really support a supposition that Chicago kids of that era were hopelessly nerdy, asocial or sexless. If they were those things, then the Stanford kids weren’t much better, and who thinks those things about Stanford kids?
No, for me, the intriguing thing about these stats is the virtual absence of differential among the quintiles for Chicago kids. Not only are the top and bottom quintiles within 2 of each other but the overall figure for the entire student body in all its quintiles is dead in the middle between. At Chicago, uniquely among its peers, it matters of marriage it matters not whether you’re rich or poor or anything in between.
Is this telling us anything more than something crazily unimportant about being married ten years after graduation? I certainly want to read it that way. Marriage is a proxy for - if not an outright cause of - a flourishing life. Many of us older heads know this, all joking aside. Here’s another obvious truth: A Princeton grad from a rich family will be almost irresistibly attractive to the opposite sex. Everything about Princeton fortifies the enormous advantage in attractiveness that wealth brings. The Princeton name, I daresay, gets you dates you wouldn’t otherwise have got without having written a best-seller. It also gets you jobs, prestige and a multitude of the other good things in life. At least if you’re top quintile or probably most of the quintiles until you get to the lowest, where a fair number of your old friends either won’t be impressed or might even be turned off and think you’ve gone highfalutin’ on them or have sold out. Not to mention that at the school itself your obvious lack of wealth in a place where wealth matters (even if its only lightly alluded to) impairs your social life. How can you compete on that field against those guys? Being an A student gets you know glory at all. That is what produces a -23 differential ten years out.
It’s different at Chicago where wealth doesn’t get you anywhere while at school and where after school nobody in the civilian world recognizes the name of your school or gets impressed by you for having been there. Or, if they do, it’s the people who know about it as a place of serious intellectual achievement - the very people who aren’t impressed by wealth.
So, if Chicago was once (and as recently as the early 2000’s) an egalitarian paradise, what is it with all the griping and kvetching about the place as it then was? The stats can help us answer that question as well. The top quintile alwalys squawks the loudest, and it is the culprit. Even at Chicago some of these folks were wealthy and some would have preferred to be at Harvard, all things considered. At Chicago they were busting their butts down on an equal playing field with everyone else. Their wealth wasn’t noticed and got them nowhere. They came out of school and no one knew the school or appreciated their prodigies of effort. Even their grades didn’t reflect their imagined self-worth. Girls didn’t see them as such great catches either. They had no edge whatever on the lowest quintile in any of these departments. Indeed, all the quintiles were rowing along in the very same boat. The lower ones liked this - it might have been the first time for many of them that they weren’t relegated to the shadows by the fancy folk. The stats are telling us that they thrived - they were married ten years out at virtually the same rates as the wealthy kids and at somewhat higher rates than kids of the lowest quintile at other schools.
None of this quite fits the narrative of the bad old days at Chicago, but it is worth pondering.