Guys: A word of advice. Marry pretty women or ugly ones. Short ones or tall ones. Blondes or brunettes. Just, whatever you do, don't marry a woman with a career...You know, when I see "career woman" scare quotes, I think of another profession entirely.
To be clear, we're not talking about a high-school dropout minding a cash register. For our purposes, a "career girl" has a university-level (or higher) education, works more than 35 hours a week outside the home and makes more than $30,000 a year.
If a host of studies are to be believed, marrying these women is asking for trouble. If they quit their jobs and stay home with the kids, they will be unhappy ( Journal of Marriage and Family, 2003). They will be unhappy if they make more money than you do ( Social Forces, 2006). You will be unhappy if they make more money than you do ( Journal of Marriage and Family, 2001). You will be more likely to fall ill ( American Journal of Sociology). Even your house will be dirtier ( Institute for Social Research).
Wow, there's just so much here. This is one of my favorite parts:
The other reason a career can hurt a marriage will be obvious to anyone who has seen their mate run off with a co-worker: When your spouse works outside the home, chances increase they'll meet someone they like more than you.By the end, a correlation is made from a pretty lady working outside of the home to alcoholism, suicide and yes, cancer.
Also, please do check out the slideshow, "Nine Reasons To Steer Clear Of Career Women," if only for its stock photography of crying men and women.
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"Likewise, if you allow them to go shopping for groceries, they might meet a checkout clerk whose hair isn't thinning like yours. And if they put gas in the car, they may be helped by an attendant with soft sensitive eyes and a penchant for poetry. And if you allow her to take the kids to the zoo, she might meet a well-muscled liontamer whose life of danger thrills her so deeply that she runs away leaving the children behind, and they are ultimately raised by otters in the otter enclosure, and years later when they're adults they write and ask to meet you, and the whole time it's just 'You were never there for us, you screwed us up,' all this bullshit some Ivy league loser head-shrinker has poisoned their minds with to pad his paycheck and make a subject for some skeezy pop-psychology book, and really, it all ends in tears. It's best to padlock the doors when you leave and tape over the windows, and never let her out of the house. Oh, and also you might want to hang around the house and take potshots at the mailman and that UPS guy, even though I'm pretty sure that UPS guy is a faggot, shaving his pretty little legs like that. Anyway, a couple pounds of buckshot will dissuade these junior-league lotharios in a damn hurry, believe you me. Oh, and also don't let your wife use any appliances or utilities, in case they break and she has to call a plumber or electrician or something, or especially the cable guy, because it'll totally be like that one porno you remember from back in college, remember? Secretly, you know those things are right, wives will cheat on you at the drop of the hat, just to hurt you, the little bitches, Just to hurt you, they'll play with your heart and then burn it in front of you, with five or six little boytoys stashed all around town but the joke's on them too, buddy-boys! You're ALL just her little playthings, to dress up and dance around with, but someday you're going to be the guy working fifty hour weeks and losing his hair and getting a fat gut, and then she's calling the gas company again, 'Oh there's a smell, oh I hear hissing, oh I feel faint,' and over the guy comes to check for leaks and while he's there it's 'Say, can I interest you in a drink,' but it's not a drink she's inviting him for, and he knows it, and then YOU'LL see how it feels, buddy boy, just you wait!"
"Oh, and also you should fill the pool with concrete. Definitely."
I blogged on this subject chez moi too, and titled it "Why Michael Noer never got laid again except by that girl at the Piggly Wiggly who caint read so good."
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It's really hard to be a woman these days. One second I feel SO MUCH pressure to have this high paying successful career and in the next second I feel so much pressure to have 5 kids and home school them all. Then in the next breath someone is asking me to do BOTH and be glad about it! On top of it please be witty and educated AND look like you belong on the cover of Cosmo with no acne, no wrinkles, and absolutely no going crazy when you have PMS. Also be completely emaciated or you'll be considered "fat." FUCK THE WORLD!! FUCK!!! You guys all wonder why we're all batshit crazy half the time.
btw. yay feminism!
i like how he implies that it would be okay to marry a highschool dropout minding a cash register, because the person with that life won't be a depressed alcoholic to whom being married is a life of hell and pain.