A bunch of Princeton ladies went to a careers advice lunch with some older Princeton Lady Alum, hoping for some direction and inspiration and they ended up talking about …. men, marriage and children.
Of course they did. This inspired Susan Patton to write an article for the Daily Princetonian, urging young women at Princeton to get married while at college, because they would never again have such a pool of worthy men to choose from. And Susan quite rightly points out that earlier is better. As a freshman, you have the classes above you to choose from, but each year, the senior class graduates, removing them from the fish barrel, and you yourself will advance a year, meaning the new incoming class is now out of reach.
If a lady waits until her senior year to snag that solitaire, she has only the senior class of males to choose from, while those males still have ALL the classes and those hot little bitches entering their freshman year are some kind of competition!
I’m being a bit snarky here, but I actually think Susan’s advice is spot on. If you WANT to marry and have children, it’s best to do that while you are young. You can launch your career later, after your children are safely off to school. Very sensible.
What gets my hackles up is the idea that it is only behind the walls of an ivied tower that you are going to find men worthy of a lady from Princeton. That the only men worth considering are those above you in the social order. It may be true that ONLY a man from Princeton could possibly endure the snotty, snobby, so fucking full of yourself personality disorders that seem to plague the ladies from Ivy League schools, but that just means Ivy League ladies are snobby, snotty cunts.
Here’s my favorite comment from the Jezebel spin on Susan’s article, from a commenter who calls herself SingleLeaguer (she’ll probably be able to keep that handle permanently):
I’ve literally had the following interaction with men on multiple occasions:
(After a sustained period of flirting)
Him: So, where did you go to school?
Me: I went to Yale. You?
Him: Oh wow. Well, it’s been nice talking to you. (Walks away)
That’s what my friends and I like to call the Y-Bomb.
And this may sound snobby, but often times it’s a lot easier for me to relate to men who were also Ivy Leaguers. It may stem from our similar academic background, or because I know that we’re not going to have that above interaction. And where is it easiest to find a large pool of eligible, heterosexual Ivy League men? At your Ivy League school.
Oh wow. You dropped the Y-Bomb, did you? I wonder if she knows the Y stands for yappy: as in an annoying little yutz that jabbers stupidly and shrilly.
It’s incredible that she can’t see how her “I went to Yale, see how much better I am than you” conversational style might send the lads running, but so be it. I guess when you major in nuclear physics, you get to think yourself a bit better than average, no?
Oh now wait a second. Nuclear physics? Hahahahahahah!
http://oir.yale.edu/detailed-data (WO45 Junior and Senior Majors By Gender)
Nope. Women at Yale are primarily enrolled in Arts and Humanities programs. 58% of all Humanities degrees in 2010 were conferred on women.
67% of the English degrees
87% of the Art History degrees
84% of the Religious Studies degrees
70% of the Anthropology degrees
You know what you say to someone who graduated with an Art History degree from Yale?
Venti 1 pump caramel, 1 pump white mocha, 2 scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchino with 2 shots poured over the top (apagotto style) with caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream, double cupped.
Hope she’s smart enough to get that on the first run. Also, I fucking hate wankers who order shit like this at Starbucks. Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re sooooooooooooooo unique and special.
Okay, that’s not fair. There are SOME clever gals at Yale.
29% of Economics degrees were conferred on women
40% of Political Science degrees
33% of Biomedical Engineering degrees
17% of Geology and Geophysics degrees
0% of Chemical Engineering degrees (oops!)
0% of Mechanical Engineering degrees (double oops!)
87.5% of Women’s Studies degrees were conferred on women.
Clearly, the ladies at Yale rock! So much smarter than the boys! So much more accomplished. Why it’s obvious that any man at Yale wants a Yale lady for his own!
Let’s look at the value conferred by those degrees. The average humanities graduate earns $35 000. The average engineering graduate earns $59 000. If you’re looking to marry up, you’ll have to bypass all those boys with humanities and head straight for the engineers. Too bad there are so few of them.
Only 8% of Yale undergrads are male engineers. Boo!
What is a lady to do?
Oh my! Look at this. The average salary for a man with a trade is $55 000! Why that’s almost the same as an engineer.
What, you mean those grubby, dirty, tool-belt wearing Neanderthals who probably don’t know a malbec from a syrah and couldn’t quote Blake if their lives depended upon it?
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
William Blake, Songs of Innocence, 1789
I wouldn’t count on those men not knowing any poetry. One of the most manly guys I know can recite Robert Frost for you at the drop of a hat. While hanging drywall. Wearing a toolbelt.
The institutionalized cultural snobbery against men who work at physically demanding jobs has a lot to do with an institutionalized hatred of all things masculine. In the End of Men, Hanna Roisin writes:
What if the modern, postindustrial economy is simply more congenial to women than to men? For a long time, evolutionary psychologists have claimed that we are all imprinted with adaptive imperatives from a distant past: men are faster and stronger and hardwired to fight for scarce resources, and that shows up now as a drive to win on Wall Street; women are programmed to find good providers and to care for their offspring, and that is manifested in more- nurturing and more-flexible behavior, ordaining them to domesticity. This kind of thinking frames our sense of the natural order. But what if men and women were fulfilling not biological imperatives but social roles, based on what was more efficient throughout a long era of human history? What if that era has now come to an end? More to the point, what if the economics of the new era are better suited to women?
It’s a seductive siren call for women who really, truly, deep down believe that women are better than men, and that if only women were in charge of everything, the world would be a better place. Women who desperately want to believe that men are irrelevant and useless and will be trampled into dirt by the ides of March sweeping across the landscape.
The same women who walk into their dark houses, built by men out of materials invented, acquired and crafted by men, who flip a switch on the wall and expect electricity to magically be there while they congratulate themselves on their economic superiority.
Let’s just consider the power grid and nothing else. The US is facing a crisis with nearly 45% of power grid engineers heading for retirement within the next few years.
Who works to maintain the power grids?
Yep. That would be men. And that isn’t going to change any time soon. Go back and look at the Yale data again. 0% of the 2010 graduates in Mechanical Engineering were women. Not one. Not one single one.
Across all production and craft industries, 91% of the workforce is male.
And that isn’t going to change, either. What IS changing is that younger men have abandoned a lot of the traditional male occupations for the kinds of cushy jobs that women like and admire and do not find threatening, which has resulted in a severe labor shortage for skilled trades and craftsmen.
That is driving the price of skills and trades through the roof, which is an excellent thing. Those higher wages will bring more men back to the trades.
So chicky who dropped the Y bomb on that guy in the bar? I hope he wasn’t a power grid worker, because you just lost your shot at a man who brings home the bank. It’s probably lucky for him, though. I’m pretty sure that after he spends a day climbing up utilities poles in shitty weather, he isn’t going to listen to you piss and moan about whose turn it is to do the laundry after you’ve spent the day filing shit alphabetically for some man with your art history degree.
Even if it is from Yale.
Men who work hard want one reward for that: a woman who appreciates him, sees that he works hard, and makes dinner.
Yep. It’s pretty much that simple. You want to really drop a bomb on that guy? Finish the night with a back rub and sex.
I’ll bet they don’t teach that at Yale though.
Lots of love,