My mum sent me a doom-filled article the other day about how educated women will find it harder and harder to find a man as they overtake men in education and earning stakes. As the article says, we will have to 'downgrade our expectations of Mr Right, or face a life alone'. A part of me really agreed with the argument - you only have to look at sites like My Single Friend (can anyone explain to me why Sarah Beeny runs it??), to see that the women are about ten times more interesting than the best guy on the site. Maybe we're just getting too picky these days.
But part of me also wondered where this argument takes us. The article assumes that all women want is a man that earns more than them. Which isn't far off something my trader friend told me about last night - natural selection speed dating - where 'deep cleavage meets deep pockets'. Here, the argument is simple: women want rich men, and men want women with big boobs. So boys, don't even apply if you're not earning over $1m. And women, just your photos thanks, no need to know about your hobbies dear. Apparently it's all the rage in the city, and everyone is waiting for the concept to migrate from NYC to here. Wow. All that feminism was really worth it, right?
If you like that, you'll love this: Darwin Dating - again, a nice and simple concept (we wouldn't want to confuse all those men now would we) - if you're ugly, fuck off. They don't want to see you if you have 'weird pubic hair', a mullet, disproportionately large ears, fat rolls. On the plus side, fishnets 'are ok so long as you're hot'. Something tells me this was set up by a guy, non? I'm almost tempted to join to see what no hopers are out there. Except, damn, I appear to have 'hair in the wrong places'. Ah well, another day, another dating agency...
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