So what's left for the scaremongers who want us to believe that women's education and equality are messing up their prospects for happy marriages?
So, another bit of the backlash debunked. Huzzah! I have always wondered why the MetaNarrator chose to tell men that they were too psychologically fragile to be happy with a peer. Of, course, I got why the MN would tell women, Careful, honey, he'll be scared of you if you have a PhD. Hell, my mother used to tell me not to mention I was in grad school on a date. To which my father spat, She had better tell them, it's true, why would she want a man whose put off by that? To which I said, Right, but I know there's only two of them, and neither one lives in Dallas. Then Maureen Dowd backed it up with the story of her friend who won a Pulitzer and then lamented, "Well, now I'll never date again." What was that old saying?, Feminism means everyone has to grow up. C'mon everybody, let's all go grow up. I mean really. I grew up reading, and in books, those tomes in which men tell the stories of what they wish they were (which, i was a kid, and lent more facticity too them than i should have), and I thought, Boy, I need to really learn a lot and make something of myself if I want to hang out with men like that. And I did want to, they were smart, brave, principled, handsome, willing to risk loss for their beliefs, and some of them were dashing, and some of them were sweet-hearted, and once in a while, they were all that. I mean, Dante went to Hell and got out in one piece. That was impressive. (true he was also a pedophile, but that detail got lost in the circles when i was 11) So, I set about trying to become a peer to That Guy. Then the MN set about telling him that I was a dangerous, Medusa-headed, castrating, dead-fish-of-a-lay. Well, no more MN, no o' That Jack.
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