Dalrock, a manosphere traditionalist with a great love of charts and statistics and other accoutrements of SCIENCE, has managed to figure out a way to stretch “don’t be so picky, ladies, or you’ll get old and ugly and no man will ever want you” out to 1500 words.
Here are a few of them:
Men foot the searching costs in the marriage and sexual marketplace (MMP & SMP). This means bearing most of the risk of rejection and expending the bulk of the resources to facilitate the process of meeting and getting to know one another.
Oh dear. We’re off to a very unpromising start here.
As the ones who bear the costs of courtship, men have a strong incentive to minimize the number of women they court and the overall duration of time spent in the process. However, as the consumers of courtship, women have an incentive to draw the process out as long as possible and to receive courtship from as many men as possible.
Here’s some surveillance footage of an average American woman being courted by several men.
But now — get this — the ladies are waiting longer to marry!
Just think about what this does to the dude navigating the marriage market hoping to “maximize his Pareto efficiency,” if you know what I mean and I think you do.
He needs to manage risk vs reward. When courting, there are two fundamental risks. These are the risk of wasting resources on the wrong women, and the risk of rejection harming the man’s reputation/MMV.
So watch out, ladies, because if you wait too long, guys are going to decide you’re not much of a bargain!
For a man who is managing the risks of courtship outlined above, the age of a woman is very important. The older a woman is, the more likely it is that she is very picky and/or not seriously looking for a husband.
Exactly! Because women never change their mind because they’re, you know, in a different stage of their life or anything.
Older women also are less attractive from a courtship perspective because they have used up more of their most attractive/fertile years, and while their attractiveness for marriage has declined their expectations for courtship have only increased.
This reminds me of that famous joke, you know, where that woman approaches Winston Churchill at a party and says, “Sir, you are drunk.”
And he replies: “And you, Bessie, have used up your most attractive/fertile years. But I shall be sober in the morning, and you will still have used up your most attractive/fertile years.”
That Churchill, what a card!
Consider the 25% of current early thirties White women who still haven’t married; unless they are terminally unattractive an awful lot of courtship has almost certainly been wasted on them.
Are there really a lot of guys who look back on the women they dated in their twenties and think, “boy, I wasted a lot of courtship on those gals! I mean, I wasted nearly 14 courtship on Jessa alone!” (Also, who knew that the women are always the ones to blame when heterosexual couples in their twenties break up?)
They aren’t just bad bets for courtship today, but (in retrospect) they clearly were bad bets for courtship for the last 15 years. …
Put simply, the extended delay of marriage by women has placed marriage minded men in a dilemma; older women are (generally speaking) known bad bets for courtship, but half of early twenties women are also poor bets for courtship.
Well, you could always marry a dude.
There are only two logical ways men can respond to women’s extension of courtship.
Wait, really? Please, please, please, let one of the ways be “marry a dude.”
The first logical choice is to recognize that these women are debasing marriage, and decide to “court” for sex and not marriage.
Damn. Anyway, sexual relationships are fine, but you are aware that there are other kinds of relationships — sorry, “courting” — besides sex and marriage, right?
Ok, we still have one more. Marry a dude. Marry a dude. Marry a dude.
But while “courting” for sex is a logical choice, it is not a moral choice, and we still do see men courting for marriage. For these men, having a fairly low age cutoff makes a great deal of sense.
That’s your, er, “solution?” Marry a teenager? Or a woman at most in her early twenties?
As Dalrock knows, but doesn’t want to believe, those who marry when they’re very young are much more likely to divorce than those who marry when they’re older. For evidence, see this chart, which I found elsewhere on Dalrock’s own blog:
But hope springs eternal for modern misogynistic manospherian marriage market minded men (MMMMMMM).
I use Ibuprofen for headaches, sore muscles and menstrual cramps. If you prefer Aspirin for any of those things you deserve to be poor and a spinster forever. Aren’t you all glad to know The Key To Life?
Hawaiian pizza is the only kind I would eat as a kid. (The only other options were pepperoni, which I hated, and plain cheese. All of them were frozen, and terrible — the technology for frozen pizza has become very sophisticated in the last couple of decades — because there were no pizza-making restaurants in my town when I was very young. That’s right, MRAs. You think you got it bad? NO PIZZA. NO PIZZA DELIVERY. NO EAT-IN PIZZA PARLOUR. NO DELISSIO. Just bland, cardboard-like, no-brand-name, anonymous frozen pizza.)
Anyway, Viscaria, you clearly have no functioning tastebuds. Carmelized pineapple on pizza with ham, cheese, and banana peppers is sublime. Gosh darn it, I miss pizza. Stupid food intolerances.
I’m trying to figure out how to break it to my husband that we need to start hosting sex parties, and meanwhile I’m working on my guest list of married men. Chris Pratt?
Earthly relationships don’t work. The only way to have true love is with someone in Spirit. I have the answer to this and it works perfectly because of my versatility, also I throw parties so cool nobody’s cool enough to be invited. I am here to tell you you’re all doin it rong.
Oh, Viscaria, I weep for this generation. The hubris of thinking you can just put aside tired-and-true combinations and do things your own way. When you eat a pizza, you have to take the good things with the bad. The pineapple just has to be worked through, one grimacing bite at a time, until you finally reach a decent stretch of Canadian bacon and mozzarella. That pineapple makes you appreciate the Canadian bacon even more, y’see?
And if you happen to get one of those pies that happens to be all piping hot tropical fruit…well, maybe that’s the pizza maker trying to tell you something. Maybe you need more Vitamin C, and that’s the best way for you to get it. You’ll be glad when don’t get scurvy.
You know what doesn’t have Vitamin C?
Meat-lover’s pizza.
Checkmate.
You’re the creep who used to hit on me at the bus stop in Lancaster Gate by muttering about how he and his wife would love to get to know a sweet young thing like me, aren’t you? Tsk, some people just don’t improve at all with age.
You’re all wrong.
Sausage and onion pizza is the one true pizza. All other pizzas are immoral.
I’m mostly a vegetarian, but I fall off the wagon regularly. One of my most spectacular tumbles was when I threw myself headlong off that old wagon to eat a sausage and pepperoni pizza at Roseland in Derby, CT.
Anyone who eats any pizza other than that is a poppyhead.
^ poopyhead ^
I’m currently eating a lime-infused hamburger stuffed with guacamole, wrapped up in lettuce instead of a bun. It’s very, very good. (Actually, I’m on a break between helpings, because it’s way too juicy to eat while internetting.)
I’m about to have pasta sauce with sausage and mushrooms (while watching Shaun of the Dead). I apologize for stealing the sausage that could have gone on a free-loving pizza.
BTW, on a zombie-ish note, check this out.
I want to see manosphere responses to this one, so trolls, here’s your chance! Someone on Manboobz is finally asking for your opinion on something.
RE: Fibinachi
Of course the bonus part is I just got to re-read the WIZARD SPAM BOT post again, slightly up above.
I put on my cloak and wizard hat and nominate Wizard Spam Bot for Troll of the Year!
RE: Unimaginative
I’m currently eating a lime-infused hamburger stuffed with guacamole, wrapped up in lettuce instead of a bun.
My husband wants this. I too want this. What I’m saying is, GIVE IT TO US.
Screw you guys, pineapple is great on pizza
:p
Avocado-Stuffed Chile-Lime Burgers by Joshua Weissman (he blogs at slimpalate.com, but this recipe’s only in his book). All instructions paraphrased, because really, recipes are only suggestions.
1 egg
1 lb ground beef
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon chipotle chili powder
1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika (I used sweet, don’t like smoked)
1/2 teaspoon salt, plus more to taste
zest and juice of 1 lime, divided
1 large avocado
1. Preheat grill to medium high heat.
2. In a small bowl, mash together avocado, lime juice (and, if you’re me, salt, cilantro & chopped green onion). Set aside.
3. In a larger bowl, moosh together everything else until it’s evenly mixed and sticks together. Divide it into an even number of balls (twice as many balls as burgers).
4. Pat out half the balls into rather thin patties.
5. Dollop some guac. onto each patty & flatten the dollop, leaving a small margin of meat around the edges.
6. Pat the other half of the balls into thin patties and carefully lid the bottoms. Carefully pinch the edges together, and carefully pat everything into an even patty. Carelessness may result in leakage. That is okay, it’s just a little messy. And you lose a little avocado goodness.
7. Grill each burger for about 6 minutes per side, until fully cooked and they’re the colour you like.
Wrap in a lettuce leaf with some tomato, thinly sliced onion, pickles, relish, cheese, whatever you like, really. I always make way more burgers than I need because I like them at room temperature with a salad for my breakfast at work.
I hope Scorpio knows that the sex parties need to be directly on the beach.
That was a terrific little film, cassandra. Didn’t even need any sound with it.
laughing too hard … can’t … breathe …
Um, I should maybe clarify that the lime zest (grated) goes in the burger meat and the lime juice goes in the guacamole.
Seeing David fight off nonsensical gibberish on multiple Twitter fronts is officially too confusing to follow. For instance, I don’t even want to know what T Mart means by “rape expansionists”.
On the plus side, a sidekick MRA called David a “gamma rabbit”, please tell me that insult will catch on and replace “mangina”.
Dear MRAs, “purple poodle” has homophobic overtones and “mangina” is a mangled slur, go with “gamma rabbit”. Gamma rabbit is a very cutting, harsh insult and is in no way adorable sounding. I repeat, calling men you don’t like gamma rabbit will make them very sad and ashamed of their male failure. It will not make them think of fluffy cute bunny rabbits hopping about, not even a little.
Gamma Rabbit sounds like either the sidekick or the deadly enemy of Laser Death Kitty.
Gamma Rabbit seems to be a Scalzi thing.
http://whatever.scalzi.com/2013/02/28/gamma-rabbit-t-shirts-now-available/
That is, something that someone came up with to insult Scalzi for being insufficiently hyper masculine, or something.
Fear the Gamma Rabbit.
That space bunny needs a tissue.
Laser Snot!
Here’s the link to the imgur page – the comments are really funny, apart from one creepy one near the end about “surprise sex”.
http://imgur.com/gallery/wHqmJ