Hey, this would be a funny way to start an article in Forbes, wouldn’t it?
Girls: A word of advice. Marry handsome men or ugly ones. Short ones or tall ones. Bald or hairy. Just, whatever you do, don’t marry a man with a career.
Why? Because if many social scientists are to be believed, you run a higher risk of having a rocky marriage. While everyone knows that marriage can be stressful, recent studies have found professional men are more likely to get divorced, more likely to cheat, less likely to have children, and, if they do have kids, they are more likely to be unhappy about it. A recent study in Social Forces, a research journal, found that men — even those with a “feminist” outlook — are happier when their wife is the primary breadwinner.
Right. Now, reverse each gender reference above, and you’re reading a real Forbes article: Don’t Marry Career Women. 2006, meet 1956. Pathetic.
Reader comment: Nichole takes a break from baking a casserole and detailing her bathroom grout with a toothbrush to say:
The author of the “Don’t marry career women” article, Michael Noer, also wrote “Economics of Prostitution” that starts off with the memorable line, “Wife or whore?” …so he’s kind of just an ass. His other stories as executive editor, news for Forbes.com, are frequently about cars, video games, and sports.
For the record: Normally, I rather like stories that combine cars, video games, sports, and whores.
Angel City Blues has this response for Mr. Noer:
I turned 32 in July and have been single for nearly seven years, for a few reasons. It’s partly by choice; I mean, from the college-dropout losers living two to a room and working customer-service, to the attorneys living high up in fancy condos over Hollywood, I dated them all, and somehow, no matter who they were, I was never good enough for them, and I gave up. After that many years of trying to please other people, I decided it was better to please myself, and you can read that any way you’d like, thanks everso.
(…)But mostly? I’ve been single for that long out of fear – yes, fear – because I am deathly afraid of ending up with a jackass like you.
Update: And the “best alternate title award” goes to: “Why Michael Noer Never Got Laid Again, Except By That One Girl Who Works at The Piggly-Wiggly and Cain’t Read so Good“
Reader comment:
Donna says,
A rather skewering item-by-item response, for any of the “slower” boingboing readers who thought Mr. Noer had the right idea: “Why You Should Marry a Doormat.”