Bride price
Bride price, best called bridewealth, also known as bride token, is an amount of money, property or other form of wealth paid by a groom or his family to the parents of the woman he has just married or is just about to marry. Bride price can be compared to dowry, which is paid to the groom, or used by the bride to help establish the new household; and dower, which is property settled on the bride herself by the groom at the time of marriage. The bride price agreed may or may not be intended to reflect the perceived value of the woman.
Some cultures may practice both dowry and bride price simultaneously. Many cultures practiced bride price prior to existing records.
Function
In anthropological literature, bride price has often been explained in market terms, as payment made in exchange for the bride's family's loss of her labor and fertility within her kin group.
The bride price may be seen as similar to the payment of alimony (maintenance) to the wife in the event of divorce and the payment of family maintenance in the event of the husband not providing adequately for the wife in his will. Another function of the bride price was or is to provide a disincentive for the husband to divorce his wife: If the amount is high enough, it isn't easy for him to be able to pay for a new wife.
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The Annoying Hardcore Dude That Goes Too Far
by: Bradley HathawayI am hardcore.
I will windmill kick you in the face.
Everybody back up, make a circle, let’s destroy this
place.
The lights are low and I’m about to go off.
Here comes the break down, ka-ra-te chop!
Raise up your arms, make an X if you’re down.
Me and my crew, we own this stinkin’ town.
Watch out for my fist, your face it will kiss on
purpose.
I’m tough and I’m ticked.
I don’t slow dance, I don’t salsa dance, forget the
tango.
I don’t slam dance you idiot, I dance hardcore.
On the floor, I’m the man you’ve never seen before.
When the drummer yells, “go!” it’s my time to blow.
And in between songs.
I yell at the band, cause I don’t care what they have
to say.
I’m not here to learn anything anyway.
I’m here to dance.
In the zone, in a trance.
I don’t smoke cigarettes, but if she’s willing I’ll
drop my pants.
Promiscuous I am, but I’m vegan, I don’t eat ham or any
of that stuff cause it’s bad for you, right?
Save the animals, forget the sweatshop scandals!
I do not shop at hot topic.
I am not Mall Core,
I am hardcore.
Madball, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Terror.
I own all their records on colored vinyl, limited
edition and hand numbered.
But you won’t see me asking for no autograph.
I ain’t lookin’ like no fool.
I ain’t no pop culture tool.
If they ain’t screamin’, I ain’t listenin’.
If they ain’t got a blast beat, I ain’t tappin’ my
feet.
I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little
t-shirts to my little sister.
So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying
whatever.
I wear girl pants, but I’m homophobic.
Yet the way I’m always huggin’ on my homeboys you sure
wouldn’t know it.
I’ve had my ears stretched an inch since back in ’96.
Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you
believe, but I didn’t like what dude said, so I flipped
him off and told him to leave.
I’m mad at society because my parents won’t buy me a
new computer, even though I asked politely.
My playstation 2 is broken, but my Xbox works.
When that breaks though, something will hit the fan and
I’ll express myself with rage and anger, just like a
man.
Cause that’s how it’s done, right?
You get mad and start a fight, right? I think I may, I
think I might, take my insecurities out on that punk in
the pit tonight.
Cause really, I am just insecure.
More than that, I’m kinda scared and hurting inside.
And I don’t know how to deal with it.
I don’t know what being a man means.
I thought acting tough was the way to go.