A common life trajectory of empowered women is that they chase their career, believing they are climbing the corporate ladder when, more often than not, they only tread water. Some rise up a few rungs in the hierarchy, often due to quotas, but there are relatively few such jobs available. As those educated women produce their PowerPoint slides while warming comfortable office chairs, their biological program gets executed nonetheless, which is where a disconnect will eventually appear. Deep down, probably most women want to be taken care of. They would much rather be homemakers than office drones. In fact, surveys show that the percentage of women who would like to drop out of the workforce remains quite stable, despite all the efforts in getting women into corporations. There is of course the problem that diversity hiring leads to there being fewer well-paying jobs available for men, so the number of eligible men is much smaller than it used to be.
The problem that Becky is facing is that she would like some millionaire Giga-Chad to put a ring on her finger, but that person just does not show up and if he does, he loses interest after a romp in the sack. This inability to lock down those prime-caliber men is probably the key frustration of the empowered woman. The way those women reframe those experiences is quite interesting, however. You may have heard variations of the following statement yourself:
“While I’m waiting for Mr. Right, I’m having fun with all the wrong guys (tehe)!”
This is a downright bizarre statement. Sure, such self-delusions may keep women from trying to kill themselves with sleeping pills and half a bottle of vodka, but if they use such justifications for their poorly thought-out actions, they are never going to reach their goal. Unlike what some women seem to believe, you do not live each day for itself. Actions have consequences, and what’s in the past is not strictly in the past. Instead, the present is the result of the past. Consequently, a woman who has sex with 40 Tyrones will not be appealing to Mr. Right.(Article continues below.)
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I once heard a cuck proclaim that it does not matter to him how many men a woman has had sex with him because “pussy does not wear out”. (He probably only says that because he has only ever seen roasties.) Yet, a woman who casually engages in sex does not merely raise a red flag. Instead, she is a walking red flag. Her pair-bonding ability will be severely limited. Those are the women who want to get married at all costs, yet get bored one year into the marriage and tear it all down. Note that I am not kidding. Women file most often for divorce within the first two years of marriage and given that this is historical data that includes boomer couples, you can bet that the share of marriages who get divorced in the first two years will only go up in the future.
It’s one thing to enter a losing proposition while being fully aware of the bad odds. Apparently, some people enjoy gambling at the roulette table as much as on the stock exchange and they don’t care much about the fact that they are pursing a losing strategy. The game is its own rewards. There are guys out there who put two thousand bucks into bitcoin almost as a joke but are now millionaires, just like there are guys who have gambled away everything they owned. A fully rational actor would probably not have put any money into risky bets at all whereas someone who is YOLOing in the style of r/wallstreetbets may gamble with one or two years’ worth of income. Women who chase after fun and excitement instead of looking for a provider in their early 20s are firmly in the latter camp. Yet, they are probably a lot worse off than gamblers because while you can strike gold with speculative investments, similarly happy outcomes are a lot less likely for a woman who spends her college years on her back. Mr. Right may even come across such a woman, but he would pump and dump her like the rest because to him, she is not Mrs. Right and cannot ever be.
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