Thursday, August 10, 2017

- 40 Years Of Solitude Part 341,546,453,455

Apparently Science agrees with RFNJ. Being a leftover woman, is bad for your health:

A second meta-analysis took in 70 studies, representing 3.4 million people from the US, Europe, Asia, and Australia. It found that the effect of isolation, loneliness, and living alone had an effect on the risk of dying younger equal to that of obesity.

“With an increasing aging population, the effect on public health is only anticipated to increase. Indeed, many nations around the world now suggest we are facing a ‘loneliness epidemic,’” Holt-Lunstad said in a press release. The research is forthcoming in the journal American Psychologist. Holt-Lunstad also presented her findings (pdf) to the US Senate Aging Committee in April 2017.

Such “epidemics,” while not confined to rich countries, are linked to prominent features of affluent culture: longer life expectancy, decreasing marriage rates, people having fewer children, more people getting divorced, and more people living alone. In January, UK lawmakers set up a commission to tackle loneliness—inspired by the murder of Jo Cox, a member of parliament who was passionate about the issue—which is now working with a range of charities focused on at-risk groups including the elderly, refugees, young people, and new parents.

The woman who arrives at 40 childless and with nothing to console her but her career, her pocket dog, her yoga mat, and her chablis, is definitely broken. She is a poor candidates for a relationship with a man for a variety of reasons, or some man would already be putting up with her. But the rest of New York's women are broken as well to a man's eyes. And the leftovers aren't all fat, slovenly, blue haired, Zoloft addled messes. They may be a tad overripe to a 30 year old man planning a family, but to someone like me who is already a dad of a teenager, some of them seem quite palatable.

By rights I should cheering for the leftover women because they are willing to debase themselves in remarkable ways for a man like me. (I assure you... you'd be amazed) But the truth is I'm just not that kind of man. I don't revel in the misery of others. Even for someone like Hillary Clinton I wish her nothing but a long and happy retirement at Otisville Federal Correctional Institution. And I bear these poor sad, lonely creatures no ill will whatsoever.

It's my only hope that some of the young girls of today see what Feminism really is, and don't subject themselves to the same kind of limitless torment. The solitude of a mature Feminist may be killer, but for many it's probably a welcome relief.

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Blegoo said...