Um, I would hang myself if I was related to more than half the population in where Iive.
Well, either that or I'd get the heck outta Dodge.
That's why I left. Moving wasn't an option for my uncle. His roots were just far too deep for him to move and, because he was a "foreigner", he wasn't allowed to own property in the Philippines. The reason I wasn't born in the same little town is that my grandfather was transferred to Ft. Jackson, SC during WW2. After the war, my family stayed down here because there were decent paying jobs.
Anyway. I don't have much imput on the subject at hand beside it being something that I personally wouldn't be interested in. That, and I think any person dumb or desperate enough to go the 'mail order bride' route to finding...well...whatever it is they're seeking, is foolish but should be allowed to do so.
Smoking and driving while under the influence is foolish too and people choose to do those things every single day, so...whatever.
My uncle was neither dumb, nor desperate. Before he married, he had resigned himself to never marrying. One Saturday, I had walked down to his house and was talking to him and a friend of his named Percy. Percy was telling me the reason he lived with his sister and her husband. Seems one morning he had awakened, made himself a cup of coffee, and walked outside to enjoy the morning air. He said that the next thing he remembered was waking up in his front yard with blood pouring out of his nose and mouth. For some reason, this irked me. Not because he had been ill, but because he could have died, and no one would have known or been able to help. I thought about my uncle laying in the yard, dead. So, I told them both, "You two need wives, 'cause neither one of you have sense enough to take care of yourselves".
Percy's response was, "I wouldn't have any of these women around here. Most of them are either after your money or will give you (an STD)". I'm paraphrasing there because I'm not going to repeat what he actually said. So, I told them, "I know where you can find a wife". Percy didn't want to request any of the information himself because he was worried what the lady who delivered the mail would think. Yes, it really is that small of a town where you only had two postal delivery people and you knew them by name.
Anyway, my uncle sent off for the information and when he received it, he liked what he saw. To him, many of these girls were "raised" the same as he had been in the 30's and 40's. That was that. He wrote to a couple of the girls, remember he didn't have the internet, and he married one.
Unfortunately, it didn't end well for Percy. About six years after my uncle married, some teenage boys stopped by Percy's house to borrow a couple of fishing poles. When they couldn't get him to the door, they came to my uncle. He went by there, and using a key he had to Percy's home, went inside. Percy had been living by himself after the deaths of his sister and brother-in-law. My uncle found Percy in bed. He had died in his sleep. The coroner estimated that he had been dead for 3-4 days. This was in July and it wasn't "pleasant".
As long as it is Biblical, I don't believe in limiting people's freedoms.