[JenB]

Women can afford to be pickier because we don't "require" a man to support us, hold property for us, drive us around, etcetera. I don't see this as a bad thing. Some feminist types may turn it into a bad thing by carrying it too far, but it's still good. I got married at 23 which is not bad these days. If I'd had to get married at 18 to have someone to pay for my upkeep, I wouldn't have found my perfect match.

[wizecrakker]

Women can afford to be pickier because we don't "require" a man to support us, hold property for us, drive us around, etcetera. I don't see this as a bad thing. Some feminist types may turn it into a bad thing by carrying it too far, but it's still good. I got married at 23 which is not bad these days. If I'd had to get married at 18 to have someone to pay for my upkeep, I wouldn't have found my perfect match.

My point exactly.

So again... men haven't changed. Women have.

[gun_supporter]

Im still very young (20), but the prospect of even a girlfriend right now dosent even seem appealing. I just got out of a soul-sucking year-long relationship. I may never get married haha. (sarcastically). But seriously, women these days seem so demanding as the article states, its hard to impress.

[Lady Jag]

 

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Maya Angelou