What, in heaven’s name, is a marriageable material?

A few days back, I was having a conversation with one of my cousins. She was complaining about how her life hasn’t been all that exciting in the last few months and how her past has come back to haunt her. She was hating her job, and the people she was required to work with. And to make matters worse, she was forced into decking up for a guy (who had come to ponnu paarthufy her) who I was sure she would have booted out of the house. But surprise! She said she doesn’t mind marrying him. I asked her if she loved him. She answered in the negative. I asked her if she liked him at least. No was her reply. I asked her why she, in God’s name, would agree to marry a guy who she doesn’t love or like. And she said, ‘My parents approve of him and he’s a marriageable material!’ And burst out laughing. Knowing her, she would decline the alliance soon. But, I’m just wondering, has marriage become an act of convenience? Is it just an institution that lacks warmth and emotion?