One of the things that corporations have learned about women is that by replicating the boyfriend experience for the ladies they will always be wanting to come to work. Supply them with little gifts of chocolates and flowers, organise company eat outs (dates) and various other experiences and you will have a loyal worker for life. The company has taken the place of the boyfriend/husband.
Davis Aurini observes “…one of the major problems with having a plurality of women participating in the workforce, is that a woman’s income distorts her perspective of her male suitors. By becoming his equal, she’s turned him into a neuter: she’s isn’t impressed by his Average Quality Car, and the restaurant he takes her to is the same one that she and her girlfriends visited last week.”
Of course one thing the company cannot do is provide her children. For that she needs a husband. However because of her hypergamous tendency to want to marry above her own station this means that you, the average schmuck no longer has a chance. That is until she reaches thirty, concludes that her heart throb will never marry her – (why would he when he can choose from so many other women bowing and scraping before his feet) – gets a severe case of baby rabies and decides to settle for second best. That would be you Mr AFC (Average Frustrated Chump).
At some point in the future we can consider the question – Should working working men be married?
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