The Lamentations of “Fun Single Girl” in the City

red-wineI had another post planned for today, however after seeing this article show up on my Twitter feed, I couldn’t help but comment on it. As it demonstrates many of the various concepts I use in my writing for most of the articles on this blog. Entitlement, solipsism, hypergamy, woman logic, it’s all there on full display for the world to see. The author outlines her thesis on why being a “fun single girl” ready to get off the carousel, is not fun anymore, because men are not lining up to buy her drinks, dinners and spend hours convincing her why she should choose him. In her own words:

If you’re a single woman, you probably envisioned your twenties as a roaring social scene full of expensive dinners and lavish nights out. You probably thought you’d have a boyfriend, or at least a few dates a week.

Which is woman speak for being in the most extreme case high demand, and limited supply, thus being able to command impressive prices for yourself, in the form of bartering expensive dinners and lavish nights out in exchange for your company. She belabors the situation a “fun, single girl” in the big city is now living in, where:

They’ll make eye contact with you in the bar, but never come over. They’ll get your number, but never call. They’ll offer to buy you a drink, but never pay.

They’ll say a girl is hot, but never hit on her. They’ll text you for a week, but never ask you out. They’ll do absolutely everything but make a move.

This is a great case to exhibit expectations and reality, where one markets and attempts to sell a product, get some nibblers bit nobody that really bites. One could question why this situation is without a doubt replaying itself in cities all across the Western world, as strings of fresh out of college women finally get to enter the amusement park, and find that they are unable to get on any rides.

Perhaps this is a sign of the times, that after 30+ years of “all men are bastards“, “boys are stupid throw rocks at them“, they are finally checking out. Alternatively, when the man reaches his mid-twenties, he’ll have spent half his life being medicated for being “disorderly” or “rambunctious” at school. Perhaps he attended University and thus was made to partake in a consent class where it was made clear to him that he needs consent to talk to a woman, and he’s just respecting her space. This is somewhat like the girl who had hitting on a woman in public being made hate crime, who then laments that men never hit on her on the street anymore. [2]

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