Well, once this takes off everywhere ... enjoy childless spinsterhood, ladies. Because nobody’s touching you.
"Oh, I wont marry a man who smokes,
Who scratches, belches, or bellows bad jokes,
I might not marry at all, at all,
I might not marry at all!
Oh I would rather just sit in the shade,
And be a choosy, picky old maid,
Oh I might not marry at all, at all,
I might not marry at all!
(old folk song from the 1800's - there's different versions but this is the one I like to sing)
Except the lesbian Women’s Studies Professors who are waiting to assuage their loneliness.