the lesson in the articles is that a thirty something feminist is LESS mature than a 23 year old woman.
That feminist is in need of about thirty kitty cats.
When I married right after turning 23, it was amazing how many liberated older women told me I was too young. The fact that we’d dated darn near four years would blow them away - I was even told to break it off and enjoy my 20s, because I couldn’t possibly know what I wanted.
I knew what I wanted, a husband, a family, a stable financial situation (flexibility to work, but depending on family situation).
When I was surprised how many people told me 26 was too young to be having kids, having a STEM career. I said being married three years, we were certainly ready. And what was I supposed to do? Wait until 36 and spend all the money on fertility treatments?
But apparently, the feminist mantra is have wild carefree sex in your 20s, blowing a lot of decent guys off who would settle down. Then start freaking out at 30, when you aren’t as hot and a lot of the good guys were taken by the ones willing to marry in their 20s.
And a lot of those “I’ll focus on career until 30 something and then man-hunt and have a baby or two” find that they’ve lost the game of musical chairs - they are still standing. Her possible number of partners has dropped, while the number of possible partners for him has grown.
They end up being desperately married to someone iffy at 35 to be married and have a kid or single moms by choice or part of the 20-30% of dedicated career women who never have kids.