By David Futrelle
There comes a time in every Jordan Peterson fanboy’s life when he starts to think about settling down with a high quality female for mating purposes.
And so one such fan recently turned to the Jordan Peterson subreddit to ask his fellow lobsters (yes, they call themselves that) to ask for some help with his mating math. At what age, he asked, should a man who is “progressing up the hierarchy ” allow himself “to be peeled off by a female” seeking marriage?
jtillery32 laid out his dilemma, noting first that
JP has often said women mate across and up [the] competence hierarchy. … Which is patently true. The problem that leaves me (and I’m sure a bunch of other lobsters vying for position) with is wondering when the appropriate time to allow yourself to be peeled off by a female.
Get out your calculators and lobster bibs, people, because things are going to get messy!
Essentially the question is this: if a man is progressing up the hierarchy (status, financial, getting into shape, etc), would it be in his and his future wife’s best interest to wait on settling down until he believed he was at his peak?
Because god forbid you marry some HB 7 you merely love and want to spend the rest of your life with when, if you had waited a few more years, you could have had yourself an 8 or 9 who was more interested in your money than your personality?
A good example of this problem is a 21 year old man who is handsome, articulate, athletic, in college, maybe works as a bartender and probably has pick of the women that attend the school or in some proximity, maybe from ages 18-25 VS the same man, 9 years later who is now in better shape, more handsome, more confident, more wise, financially “minted”, and has a much larger pool to choose from, maybe 21-35 year old women who are of higher quality (that sounds like a cut of beef) by nature of hypergamy.
Sounds a bit like that famous (if recently somewhat tarnished) “marshmallow test” where you offer a kid either one marshmallow right away or two if they’re willing to wait ten minutes. But with hot ladies instead of marshmallows. A whole pool of high quality hot lady marshmallows.
It would seem that if that 21 year old man was to marry someone at that age it would have been a grave mistake as he would have been able to have a higher quality partner had he waited 9 years.
Seriously, why settle for a One Marshmallow Stacey if you could wait a little and snag yourself a Two Marshmallow Stacey?
I would love an actual wise answer here and not some “well when you know she’s the right one when you just know” BS.
Fuck love, we’re all about Marshmallow Stacey Maximization here.
That sounds callous, but the reality is that you really can fall in love with many people and some people do multiple times in their lives, and could probably have successful marriages with more than “the one”.
Obviously this dude who rates women like cuts of beef has a great understanding of what makes for a successful marriage.
When should a man who is trying and succeeding to better himself in every way let himself be peeled off into marriage? And does preemptive peeling lead to resentment?
Dude, I suspect that with you EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD LEADS TO RESENTMENT. Waiting. Not waiting. EVERYTHING.
You see this a lot in professional athletes, and people who are aggressively climbing the hierarchy. The superstar dated and married the best girl (smartest, funniest, prettiest) at the high school, but now he’s the quarterback of an nfl team and has his pick of the best girls in the world. It’s a common theme among meteoric rises in men and I haven’t seen a good answer for it. Be loyal to the person who loved you before the status or keep aiming up to someone better?
And plenty of these “superstars” do in fact stay loyal to what you would see as sub-optimal partners. Because, you know, love?
I hate to tell you this, dude, but if this is really the way you think about relationships, you are NOT the great catch you think you are. You’ll make yourself miserable no matter who you marry — if you can find anyone gullible enough to marry you in the first place.
And the chances are good that nine years from now you won’t actually be “in better shape, more handsome, more confident, more wise” with “a much larger pool to choose from,” You will probably be earning more money. But you’ll also be nine years more bitter and resentful, and that’s not an attractive look for any man.
Don’t get married now. But don’t get married nine years from now either — at least not until you clear your head of this utterly toxic way of thinking.
Unfortunately, this being the Jordan Peterson subreddit, none of the commenters offered him the blunt advice he so desperately needs — though a few did warn him that by waiting too long for the “perfect woman” he might end up old and resentful and alone. (Might? Almost certainly will.)
He also got this less-than-optimal advice, from someone calling himself liberal_hr.
I agree that you should wait until your reach your maximum potential peak and then start looking for potential females.
There is just too much of a risk of you falling head over heels for a female and settling for less than you deserve.
Given that he literally deserves no one, I find this a little hard to believe.
And then there was NoelTrotsky, whose advice was somehow even worse:
It would be interesting to apply economic game theory to this problem. I’d bet that a young man’s best move would be to marry an older rich woman while young , take the help up the ladder, have kids, then leave at about 35 and marry young for a second round. Why not increase your odds with several marriages of significant lengths?
So, in other words he should act like a male version of every “Red Pill” dude’s caricature of a calculating, mercenary hypergamous woman who would drop any man she was with if in a second if she had a chance to “branch swing” to a higher-status man?
It’s almost as if the Red Pill notion of female hypergamy is less a reflection of how women actually behave in the real world than a projection of every Red Pill dude’s not-so-secret desire to trade up to a Victoria’s Secret model.
Jordan Peterson really brings out the worst in people, huh?
Marshmallow Stacey Maximization. I don’t know if it’s a band name or a wrestling move or a superhero comic. But it’s too wonderful to confine to this blog post alone. Marshmallow Stacey Maximization.
I think you missed an opportunity to mint a new moniker. I like Marshmallow Mary, personally. Or maybe the alliteration should be on the T, with a variation on Stacey: Two-marshmallow Tracy.
Oh geez…
This got me thinking about one of my sisters and her husband, J. J had had several long-term relationships with women his own age, but for various reasons, none of them led to children. And he wanted to have children. However, when he was 41, he was single, and thought that maybe he would never have a child after all, since he was getting old. Maybe better resign himself to that thought.
Then he met my then-25-years-old sister through his job and they ended up dating, then getting married, then having children.
But it’s not something you can count on as a man. Sure, it’s more common for older men to have younger wives than the other way around – but it’s by far most common for people to partner up with someone their own age. You can’t just count on finding someone younger than you to start a family with when you’re middle-aged.
Granted, they talk about 30 rather than 41, but they also talk about being at your financial and career-wise peak, which usually happens much later than 30.
Jo,
That phrase had me lol-ing too
Yes. Wouldn’t it be terrible to fall in love and have a happy partnership instead of spending your days complaining about women on Reddit and eventually turning into that creepy 40 year old guy in the club hitting on disinterested 21 year olds and having an existential crisis about having to wipe your ass in order to laid?
I think it sounds like the title of a Big Bang Theory episode. Maybe Howard gets a crush on an HB10 and regrets marrying Bernadette but it turns out that the HB10 doesn’t even want him anyway.
Jo: I think that what The Marshmallow Stacey Maximization actually sounds like is a Middleman episode title.
(Jeez, I miss The Middleman. That was such a fun show.)
Did my comment just get eaten? Aww. I know I don’t write here very often, but that’s no reason to eat my comments!
Matt Lauer actually did marry a Victoria’s Secret model (Annette Roque). And he still treated her like shit.
I think it’s the name of Joey Ryan’s finishing maneuver.
HOW DO YOU DO, FELLOW HUMAN MALES. I REQUIRE INFORMATION EXCHANGE WITH REGARD TO PEELING.
@Penny Psmith
It’s all this talk of marshmallows. It’s made the mammoth hungry.
I’m extremely confused here.
Why, oh why are these people even theorizing about marrying two to three times when, in fact, no woman would stand to look at them (hopefully)?
Maybe I’m not overly familiar with the lobster crowd, but I was under the impression that they were incels, MRAs, Miggytows, or at least incredibly adjacent to them to the point a Venn diagram might show a full circle between them all.
Regardless, I find it particularly disgusting that the man has all but succeeded in passing off his bigotry as “science” and invigorating the current MAGA reactionary movement.
Not sure if his antics are enough to earn him the term “Nazi”, but he’s the worst kind of reactionary I’ve seen so far.
When I peel off a lobster, I get a bunch of tasty, tasty lobster meat. It’s great in pasta or lobster rolls.
@ David,
“It’s almost as if the Red Pill notion of female hypergamy is less a reflection of how women actually behave in the real world than a projection of every Red Pill dude’s not-so-secret desire to trade up to a Victoria’s Secret model.”
BINGO!
And speaking of gambling, I just won $3 on a lottery ticket YAY!
And speaking of lobsters, of course I can’t elect myself their spokesperson but I’m rather tired of these people maligning shellfish by association. I can see the lobsters, crayfish, shrimp, clams, mussels, all swimming frantically away in disgust.
Oh and I concocted a new dinner that others may be interested in: Mac n cheese + shrimp. I got this bag of cooked shrimp for $6, it says there are 71 – 90 in it. Say there are 80. And if you eat 10 at a time, that’s 8 servings. And is .75 per serving.
The Mac + Cheese …
Don’t panic now! Yes, the cheap stuff, but – this turns out good if you do it right. Make it with real butter and whole milk. Also not expensive. And you get plenty of that to freeze too.
And with the cooked shrimp you can just unthaw those and mix with the mac n cheese, or, after unthawing in some hot water, dry on paper towels and then sauté in a little butter + garlic and then toss them in the mac and cheese. Can drizzle any leftover butter + garlic sauce on the mac n cheese too.
This sounds “super cheap” and possibly questionable, but I am telling you I have been making this and it’s really good! Had this the other day with some asparagus, in fact friends were over and they got served it too (because if you’re looking for chow you can eat what I made 😀 ), and they also raved about it. Friend adds: The asparagus really went perfectly with it too. Yes it was pretty good 🙂
Easy to make too.
Stop maligning shellfish! There needs to be a committee or something …
Marshmallow Stacy Maximization is the name of my punk rock/ska cover band.
Has anybody been by to accuse David of “misrepresenting” Jordan Peterson yet? It is a rite of passage in the life of anyone who dares criticize our friend JP. Having interacted with some of these folks I can confirm that creepy attitudes about women are quite common among them. But then, a creep would be someone who’d think it a great insight when JP suggests that men and women can’t work together, that sexual harrassment is because “we don’t know what the rules are”, and by the way, isn’t it hypocritical for women to wear makeup at work and not want to be harrassed? Don’t you know that rouge is meant to simulate (and thus stimulate) sexual arousal?
I say, this man does sound like something of a creep himself.
I love the assumption that men get more handsome and in better shape with age (while women degrade). While it certainly can happen (my father became much better-looking and healthier after making some dietary changes), mostly our bodies slowly degrade and decline with age. Which isn’t a bad thing, and can certainly be counteracted with diet and exercise, I really don’t see where they get the idea that men age like fine wine while women age like cheese.
@Z&T
Sounds pretty good, actually. I personally enjoy boxed mac and cheese, though I might just go with plain pasta and a garlic butter sauce. The cheese sauce seems like it would overpower the shrimp. But that’s just me!
For some reason my brain went to geoduck when reading this list of shellfish and that’s just not a place the brain should go when discussing JP fans.
Marry an older woman to use her and then dump her for a younger woman to use her. What a great life plan!! /s
Fall…in love? With a woman? What does that even mean to these guys?
I hate shrimp, but gouda mac n’ cheese with lobster is delicious. I usually just get Annie’s shells and aged cheddar and add nothing but extra cheese though. I’m not very ambitious.
Hello everyone…new commenter here. David, thank you so much for this blog. So many of the issues you confront here resonate so much with what I’ve experienced in my life. I’m a conventionally attractive hetero woman and am subjected every damn day to bullshit from creeps at work and on the train. (The yoga pants post a few posts back really got to me) And for somebody to suggest that *I* don’t and shouldn’t have agency and instead it’s up to others to decide when to “allow” me to “lock them in”…ugh! What is it, a real estate deal?! So gross.
Anyway I’m so sorry to go off. I love reading the comments here and think the community here is brilliant and amazing.
Guys! It’s time for for some
First of all, yes, OP, you ARE Tom Brady! I can tell already, from the fact that you took time out from your busy schedule of awesome to post your whiny-ass question on Reddit. So indeed you are certain to be the richest, handsomest, most successful and desirable F-15 pilot-surgeon-quarterback in the world at age 41, because that’s simply how life works. The way you are now is exactly the way you’ll be in two decades, only times twenty, because that is the life trajectory for all lobsters. There are absolutely no predators, no traps, no boiling pots or illness or aging or random misfortune lurking in your future. Bad luck is for simps.
Okay. So you might meet Two-Marshmallow Tracey when you’re 41, and she will of course throw herself at you because all college-aged women fantasize about guys old enough to be their dad and are in no way interested in other twenty-somethings, which is why they patronize nightclubs instead of golf courses. But what if Three-Marshmallow Thelma is right around the corner and you miss out? Whoa. Some other guy might snag her and possess an HBier wife than you, the most impressive man that ever lived, and we can’t have that. Better to wait. Because after Thelma there’s Four Marshmallow Flo, and Five Marshmallow Faith, and N Marshmallow Nancy, and N+1 Marshmallow Nora, all of which sum together into an infinite series that, like Zeno’s paradox, never reach perfection. And you deserve nothing less!
To strategically maximize your wife-level, you should really just never be with any woman ever.
Fifty Shades of Chitin.
I recall men at an economics conference joking that instead of a line we should auction access to the urinals.
Later, someone earnestly argued that the optimum is that you should date ten women to get a feel, then marry the next one you meet who’s above the median.
I switched fields.