Yep, it makes no sense at all. If women were so scarce, they would have ALL the power in society. It would be a matriarchy where men would be expendable slaves to provide for all the needs of the women.
Goes to show that the Left has absolutely no understanding of the Law of Supply and Demand.
men would be expendable slaves to provide for all the needs of the women.
Wait, isn’t that what we have now?
Exactly. For an intelligent take on this, read Robert A. Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress."
An illustrative passage from the novel:
"We don't have laws," I said. "Never been allowed to. Have customs, but aren't written and aren't enforced--or could say they are self enforcing because are simply way things have to be, conditions being what they are. Could say our customs are natural laws because are way people have to behave to stay alive. When you made a pass at Tish you were violating a natural law... and almost caused you to breathe vacuum."
He blinked thoughtfully. "Would you explain the natural law I violated? I had better understand it... or best I return to my ship and stay inboard until lift. To stay alive."
"Certainly. Is so simple that, once you understand, you'll never be in danger from it again.
Here we are, two million males, less than one million females. A physical fact, basic as rock or vacuum. Then add idea of TANSTAAFL. When thing is scarce, price goes up. Women are scarce; aren't enough to go around--that makes them most valuable thing in Luna, more precious than ice or air, as men without women don't care whether they stay alive or not..."
I went on: "So what happens?--and mind you, things were even worse when this custom, or natural law, first showed itself back in twentieth century. Ratio was ten-to-one or worse then. One thing is what always happens in prisons: men turn to other men. That helps not much; problem still is because most men want women and won't settle for substitute while chance of getting true gelt.
"They get so anxious they will kill for it... and from stories oldtimers tell was killing enough to chill your teeth in those days. But after a while those still alive find way to get along, things shake down. As automatic as gravitation. Those who adjust to facts stay alive; those who don't are dead and no problem.
"What that means, here and now, is that women are scarce and call tune... and you are surrounded by two million men who see to it you dance to that tune. You have no choice, she has all choice. She can hit you so hard it draws blood; you dasn't lay a finger on her. Look, you put an arm around Tish, maybe tried to kiss. Suppose instead she had gone to hotel room with you; what would happen?"
"Heavens! I suppose they would have torn me to pieces."
"They would have done nothing. Shrugged and pretended not to see. Because choice is hers. Not yours. Not theirs. Exclusively hers. Oh, be risky to ask her to go to hotel; she might take offense and that would give boys license to rough you up. But--well, take this Tish. A silly little tart. If you had flashed as much money as I saw in your pouch, she might have taken into head that a bundle with tourist was just what she needed and suggested it herself. In which case would have been utterly safe."