From The New Yorker:
“The Case of the Missing Confidence”
First, Heather confided in me at brunch that she’s too nervous to contribute ideas during work meetings. Then, gradually, I began to suspect that something more sinister was afoot. My female friends were dating thirty-four-year-old failed d.j.s; keeping their ideas for new podcasts in private Google Docs; and eating cheeseburgers that waiters served them, even though they were lactose intolerant. Who stole the confidence of all these amazing women and where were they hiding it? I had a hunch. The first suspect: the thousands of mediocre men who walk through life with a suspicious amount of confidence, recommending music to everyone they meet. I’d just have to prove it, which I could definitely do—I’m very attentive to detail. Although most women are, so no one seems particularly impressed by it.
“The Case of the Inexplicably Expensive Tights”
It all started when I got out my tights from last year. I could tell right away that these tights were like all my human relationships—thin and easily destroyed. So off I set for Nordstrom Rack, where I wandered through the rows of bras and hose. Does anyone wear hose anymore? “Don’t get distracted,” I told myself. “That’s a mystery for another day.” I found the tights and checked the prices. Fourteen dollars for a single pair? Which my toe will be poking through in a week? Who could be behind this scheme? Who hates women this much? I began a very long list.
. . . .
“The Case of Why Is She Dating Him?”
Seriously, why was she dating him? This would be my most difficult case yet, partly because he’s wildly unimpressive and partly because I don’t understand interpersonal relationships, so it’s hard for me to comprehend dating in general. But never fear—I’m actually working on it in therapy instead of accepting it as a fixed personality trait.
Link to the rest at The New Yorker
This is supposed to be humor. I don’t know if it works, but that’s what it’s supposed to be.
Humor is as humor does. In this case a guy trying to use this as humor would be tared and feathered before being lit on fire.
True, some people are into that sort of stuff – but only if it’s ‘aimed’ in what they consider the right direction.
Hmm, maybe the OP was to humor as a train wreck is to art. 😉
MYMV and they get the joke.
Ah feminism, the gift that keeps on giving.
In this case, it’s a woman whining about everything and blaming it on nen, still that’s what a belief in the patriarchy will do.
As for women at work, studies repeatedly show that women don’t work as hard as men when it comes to jobs, almost as though women were not meant to work outside the home.
Did tbose studies specify which professions?
‘Cause in mine, fems aren’t abundant, but they have no trouble keeping up with the y-impaired. Often it’s the males who have to sprint to keep up since they’re self-selected for competence.
Lots of cringe here.
If a man had written that piece, he’d be crucified for sexism.
And if a woman in this day and age doesn’t have the sense or gumption to speak her mind, she’s not oppressed. She’s a self-made goop.
(And the UTI bit is really disturbing, because so many women don’t do basic health diligence that their “oppressed” grandmothers would have done on a routine basis.)
What, you expect a yuppy to take personal responsibility for her actions?
1) Yup New Yorker, the guy’s always at fault.
2) Whatever the market will bear or bare.
3) Love is still blind (watching that on the home front right now …) And of course there’s the sequel ‘What caused him to marry her and why hasn’t he bailed yet?’ (in that case he waited until kiddo turned eighteen so mom couldn’t ‘force’ kiddo to pick sides …)
MYMV and your personal life be too boring to be made into a book/movie. 😉