But, I get sick and tired of women who want to
treat the workplace as somehow separate from other parts of life.
There seems to be an attitude of: “I’m going to party all through my
twenties while I’m young and hot, then have a family and be a mom and
have a full-time career as well, and I’m owed a dollar for every
dollar anyone else makes, regardless of the priorities each of us has
set up until this point in our lives.” That ain’t life.
better career prospects, so I gave up love to get it. If I had made
the opposite decision, nobody would say that I was owed anything. But
if I do get successful, it is virtually certain that I will be
regarded in some circles as just another beneficiary of a system
(Hollywood, in my case) set up only to promote or benefit
white men. Nobody will give a shit about the sacrifices I made.
James Cameron, is that you?
There needs to be a tagging system for guys like this. A registry, or maybe something like those Lojack chips you get for your pets now, where girls can scan them in the bars and see if they’re on the International Douchebag Watch List or something. Because Jesus Christ.
Actually, pal, partying all through your twenties and then settling down to have a family could, in fact, be life, if someone chooses to make it so. And how hard you party in your off-hours means exactly dick when considering if you’re owed a dollar for the same work someone else earns a dollar for. Is this guy seriously suggesting if you have three vodka shots instead of two at the club, it’s okay to pay you less? And if they’re out getting wasted every night in their 20s when they’re “young and hot,” I’d be grateful they treat the workplace as separate, right? I mean, it’s kind of all incoherent. Clearly somebody just dumped this fool hard.
Here’s a news flash: Nobody cares about your sacrifices. Nobody cares about anybody’s sacrifices. Everybody has made impossible choices and done insane things to get where they are (except Jonah Goldberg … Jonah, is that you?). We all make the choices we make and we do the stuff we do because we want to do it, and whining that nobody understands how hard it is is unproductive in the extreme. You know why that shit doesn’t inspire passionate regard in the opposite sex?Nobody likes a whiner. Most of us learned this in nursery school, fer chrissakes.
If you don’t want to marry a party girl, there are lots of girls out there who don’t drink or go to clubs who are available for you to date, McGenius. You just want the hot club girls with the long shiny hair and the pleather halter tops, don’tcha? “Why do chicks dig jerks?” It’s always the unspoken “why do hot chicks dig jerks, because the sandwich cart girl isn’t enough for me and goddammit, I drive a Benz, what more do these bitches want?”
If it pisses you off that women expect a lot out of life, and out of a potential partner for that life, you either need to confine your dating entirely to members of the Duggar family, or begin questioning why you expect so little.