Skip to comments.Advice for the young women of Princeton: the daughters I never had [get married early]
Posted on 05/04/2013 10:06:29 PM PDT by grundle
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A man who cooks for a woman in his own kitchen wins every time.
...Yes, I found that to be true. Took cooking classes at a high end kitchen store, always 21 women and me. Learned to master Stroganoff and always was “tackled” at the end of the evening. Sharing food or preparation made for immediate intimacy and was always completely disarming... as well as cheaper than taking them out. And they always bragged to their girlfriends about the date, so I had a referral system in place that paid dividends when the relationship didn’t go anywhere. Ahhhh the old days...
This may be true; but if the man is able to make killer pizza pie and a consistently delicious chocolate chip cookie, and is available to lift heavy objects and give free hair cuts, well then his intellectual shortcomings might be tolerated?
“Liberal heads will explode when exposed to this type of thinking.”
But this column probably did more to undercut liberalism than anything us right-wing extremists could dream of.
The whole point of higher education, and the Ivy League, in particular, is (now) to get women to HATE men. Typically they do a great job of it...hence women voting Democrat in much higher numbers, particularly if their education was successful and they never married.
But this column now forces girls just out of high school, girls that may have liked boys in high school, to question the motives of the colleges they are attending.
That’s part of the reason for the visceral reaction.
bump for later...
“Wanted: women with boat and motor. Send picture of boat and motor.”
Please give me a break. What does this even mean---that the guys might not be up to snuff on Womyns' Studies?
throw in that he lets her go on thinking she's the smart one, and he's durn near irresistable!
Reading that woman's self-congratulatory egg-freezing article was saddening in so many ways. Here's one comment which spoke volumes:
I decided to freeze on the afternoon of my 36th birthday, when I did a fresh round of baby math on the back of a business card at Starbucks.
Taking a hard look at family prospects in one's latter 30s is indicative of personal priorities. Doing so on the back of a business card at Starbucks is almost a cliché adding to this indicator. And the author's solution of freezing her eggs smacks more of convenience than prudence.
Finally, this passage completes the picture:
In the future, a woman who registers for law or medical schooland knows ahead of time that she will spend her prime baby-making years in the trencheswould ask for loans for tuition and egg freezing at the same time.
There it is. The egg-freezing author still advocates having it all; equating motherhood with baby-making, and ignoring the human experience that raising a family is best accomplished using the energy, optimism, and creativity of young adulthood. Her use of "social freezing" as an elective medical procedure akin to casual cosmetic surgery and funded by loans in furtherance of career shows she is first and foremost married to her desires.
My advice to men encountering such a freezer-mom, pay the bill and leave. Because her definition of family is based on "me", not "us". And as sure as God made little green apples, the only thing lower than family on her list of importance is husband.
My grandmother gave me the best advice ever. She said the only way you will truly know a person is by meeting their families, and seeing how they treat each other. Of course being a traditional Catholic family meant marrying Catholic. I didn’t give my husband of 18 years, the father of my children a chance, until I met his sweet loving Catholic mother. She reminded me of my grandmother and I fell in love, and started liking my husband. Haha. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, and I truly believe to this day the God planned for us to be together. Having the person that God plans for you, and the life that God plans for you, will bring true success. I would have made a lot of horrible decisions if I trusted my own judgement.
LOL - A friend of mine once told me the secret to marrying well: Never cook for a man. Once he finds out you can cook you’ll never go out to dinner again. Also, and very important, your dining room is one room away from the bedroom. You never, ever let him into your bedroom. Well, maybe not never ever. At least hold out for Bermuda!