This is massively culturally conditioned, and quite unsuitable for sweeping judgements like this. There are cultural groups, including my own, where living with your family until marriage is perfectly normal, and the divorce-rate among them, in Australia at least, is not higher than that of society as a whole, but often lower. Different strokes for different folks.
There are definitely merits in all cultures, and family should be a priority; however I can't help but see living with your family until you're married as a bit archaic.
Maybe I've been brainwashed by film, literature, and art that express the need to define oneself by oneself. Or is it because I live in America and truly believe that I must forge my own future? Or maybe it's because I see that a close knit family, while loving and supportive, can be an overbearing amount of pressure and sometimes unintentionally manipulative. Maybe knowing if I lived with my family until I got married, I would have a very hard time finding a mate makes me a skeptic of that tradition.
As for divorce rates go, I'm not surprised those marriages last longer.
However, I don't know how truly happy they might be.
If I lived with my parents until I was 25, I would be able to put up with a lot of crap. In fact, I would be okay with most living situations imaginable. So if I marry someone who I love, my parents love, and then a couple years down the line, I realize I resent everything about them, I could handle it for YEARS. Also, if the tradition is "live with your family, or marry," I'm naturally assuming
shame comes into it, because really what tight knit family would be complete without it? That alone may keep someone in a marriage WITHOUT parental interference.
Now, I love me some family. I just see that tradition as smothering, and a recipe for unhappiness.
Then again, I am the 22 year old living with her 30 year old boyfriend almost 1,000 miles away from my parents. So I'm
slightly biased.
As for the comic, I've always had the opposite experience (maybe because I'm a girl), to the point where my dad told a gentleman friend "I don't want my grandkids looking like you"
That was embarrassing enough, I can't fathom Marten's annoyance.