Lupo of The Butcher’s Block left a comment on this Roissy post that bears repeating:
Ever notice how talentless married men are? Oh sure, they can show up and do a job every day: the fact that their spirits are broken makes them adequate serfs. They may even make good businessmen; using the swindles they learned from their wives on other men. But talent: artistic, scientific or whatever: that only appears in bachelors. Eddie Murphy was hilarious until he got married. Feynman’s greatest periods of productivity were when he was out wenching. Evo Bio people will try to tell me that talent is some kind of plumage which drops off when they’re getting laid regularly. Funny, I get laid more when I am single than when I have a girlfriend. I think the lack of talent among married men can be attributed directly to listening to their mind numbing quacking all the live long day.
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Marriage to many a woman these days is about as smart as juggling razor sharp Samurai swords. It’s only a matter of time before it will drain the life out of you. Working non-stop to placate an ever more demanding harridan while she screws other men behind their backs is the fate many married men will share. Up to thirty percent of children born to married couples are not fathered by the husband, in other words they’re the product of infidelity on the part of the wife. Why should men commit themselves to women who can break theirs to men, do break them and they get away with it? I made the mistake of getting married once, I will not do that again, at least not in the West. At least with prostitutes men know not to expect any sort of commitment. because unlike many other women, prostitutes make that clear up front without being deceptive about it. Many other women on the other hand are at best deceitful gold diggers, and will act like they’re some guy’s trophy wife when in fact they’re shagging every guy that comes their way, if not girls too.