Whenever I read one of Dr. Helen’s posts — or the legions of comments which follow — I think again about how stupendously, outrageously, unbelievably, astronomically lucky I am to have found the woman I did.
Jim’s money quote, which has been alluded to both directly and indirectly in the comments, is this:
But I am somehow not attracted to being in an intimate relationship with a member of a group of people (here comes the Freudian slip!) who seem to regard me as an accessory. Most women I know want children, but not a husband. They merely see a husband as an accessory, like a GPS, to make having a family a lot less burdensome.
This is underscored by Bob’s comment:
They’re simply sizing the guy up as a match for one of their friends. It’s what married women do. To be honest, they’re probably much less concerned with the happiness of the guy than they are with their friend’s happiness, but that’s natural enough.
Dr. H did a recent column on Kathleen Parker’s book Save the Males: Why Men Matter/Why Women Should Care, and a near-universal complaint about the book, as useful as it is, was that the premise was that men were worthy of saving only insofar as their usefulness to women.
Which, I suppose, is why Proverbs 31 says: “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.” Take rubies to the power of diamonds, then square it — that’s my beloved bride.
Such women are not easy to find, and thanks to the kultursmog, they’re becoming rarer still. And unless/until you run across one, why rush into something you’ll regret, especially given today’s legal environment?
