Posted on | October 11, 2012 | 22 Comments
These are the two great arguments for marriage, but young folks don’t seem to understand what it’s all about:
Anyhow, if a woman is unwilling to commit to having sex on some sort of regular basis, then how on Earth can any man be reasonably expected to commit to never having sex with anyone else? If 104 times per year is too much and justifies a refusal to commit to it, then how much is a reasonable average expectation?
Son, you start talking like that, you’re displaying a fatal weakness. And if there’s anything a woman hates in a man, it’s weakness.
This is why I strongly support abstinence education: If a fellow doesn’t learn to do without sex before he gets married . . .
Seriously, though, the problem with these young fellows nowadays is that young women don’t know how to play hard to get and, in fact, they’re just too damned easy to get, period.
For a lot of kids, it starts in elementary school with the “boyfriend and girlfriend” game, and any boy that’s halfway cute has girls fawning all over him. (Ask the parents of boys how it is.) Even before there’s anything like actual sex involved, the boys get spoiled by all that female attention. It makes the boys arrogant and gives them an unfavorable impression of women generally as desperate, clinging, needy creatures.
There is no reason women should be stuck-up — cruelly aloof and distant — but at the same time, a woman does not enhance the value of her companionship by chasing after men. A woman can be friendly and even flirtatious without being easy, and the most brilliant women are those who know exactly where to draw the line, who convey by their manner some sense of their own dignity.
This is why the slut is hated by all decent women: Her promsicuity degrades the reputation and diminishes the value of all women.
Tramps, floozies, whores, hussies — call ’em what you will, women who put out are engaged in an activity that hurts society at large, insofar as society’s best interests are involved in the institution of marriage as a destination and safe harbor for women.
Whenever I lecture this way, some loudmouth woman will inevitably retort: “It takes two to tango.”
Quite true, and promiscuous men are not blameless for their own behavior, but in this particular supply/demand equation, if women refuse to make scarce with the commodity, the result is a buyer’s market and men will be reluctant to close the deal. Like the song says:
That’s when she told me a story
About free milk and a cow.
She said, “No hugging, no kissing
Until I get a wedding vow.”
It’s old-fashioned advice, but it’s still true: Ladies should never chase after a man, and when a man starts chasing, don’t be easy to catch.
So much for the sex part, now for the sammiches. No matter what kind of postmodern feminist egalitarian bovine excrement any “expert” tries to foist upon you, ladies, your desireability as a wife — and ultimately, your odds of having a successful marriage — are enhanced by being competent in the domestic arts, otherwise known as women’s work: Cooking, cleaning, child care and so forth.
Such has been the vogue of man-hating feminist ideology in recent decades, however, that too many women have been persuaded that they are somehow Betraying the Sisterhood unless they manifest an outright contempt for the domestic arts.
One sometimes meets otherwise attractive young women who complain of their dismal marital prospects. They get dates from time to time, and drift in and out of transient “relationships” with boyfriends of various degrees of seriousness, but nobody’s offering them a diamond ring, begging on bended knee for their hand in marriage.
Well, Step One, make scare with the nookie — just cut off the sex supply, and let ’em do without — then Step Two, grow your hair long. (No matter what any hairdresser or fashion magazine says, guys like women with long hair.) And, finally, Step Three: How’s your cooking?
If you can’t so much as bake biscuits, don’t let me hear you whining that no man wants to marry you. All that dreamy schoolgirl talk about “soul mates” and so forth — bah! humbug! Marriage is a traditional institution, and its basic components are really immutable. Even non-traditional marriages are usually much more traditional in terms of division of labor than they appear on the surface, and I’m trying to think of a happy marriage where the wife couldn’t cook.
Trying hard. Trying real hard. Nope, sorry. Can’t think of one.
So, these are the Three Steps to Landing a Husband:
- No nookie.
- Long hair;
- Good cooking.
And if some fellow comes along and “demands a guarantee for sex twice a week” in marriage, tell him to go make his own damned sammiches.
(Hat-tip: Instapundit, whose wife is a psychologist, y’know.)