> It’s one thing to give up your career and have children before it’s too late with the right man, but it’s another issue altogether if you haven’t yet found that man. Because, as my generation have discovered to their cost, men don’t appear to like strong women very much.
She still doesn’t get it.
I married a very strong woman with red hair. My Dad married one, too. My Grand-dad found and married an extremely strong and fiery woman, also with red heir. And my brother married a powerful German girl with blonde hair an blue eyes and a steely temperment.
Nope, nothing wrong with strong women at all: it is genetically necessary for strong men to have strong women to marry so that they can produce strong offspring. That’s why we do.
Only a strong man should marry a strong woman: a weakling man will be hen-pecked. That is Nature’s way of keeping the Gene Pool neat and tidy.
Frilly women are nice to look at, but if they aren’t strong then only weakling males ought to marry them.
So the author’s problem isn’t that.
IMO at 37 she should easily be able to find a man, so it isn’t her age. So what is it?
1) She looks like a lesbian. She should fix that as a matter of urgent priority.
2) She seems to think she’s entitled to a strong man. As we are in short supply, she may have to settle for hen-pecking a weakling. She might have fun, but he’ll be miserable!
But can’t she have it all? No: that was the first Feminist lie. Sometimes, you can’t even have enough of what you need.
She still only gets part of it.
Her self-love is overpowering here. She assumes the problem is that no man is worthy of her. She has no intention of making any concessions or sacrifices. I really don’t get the impression she has ever had a half-way decent relationship ever. I sense a really obnoxious, entitled attitude that that clenched-fist of a face is probably the most visible expression.
I’m guessing most of us wouldn’t need to spend more that ten minutes in her presence to realize that the problem is her personality. And yes, looks matter too. She is the ugliest thirty-seven I’ve ever seen.
Being a strong woman and being a shrew are two completely different things, and the feminists miss the distinction entirely.