Well, I know who I prefer!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/sex/11589761/Sorry-Christina-Hendricks-Ill-never-be-a-yes-wife.htm
"Sorry, Christina Hendricks, I'll never be a yes-wife"
No-one's asking you to be, luvvy, they wanted an equal. But for you, a relationship is all about a man serving your needs. Well, I hope you and your slave are very happy - but i pity any poor fool who gets close to you, because you can legally sabotage the birth control, get preggers, and rip that poor sod off for all he's worth.
The word “compromise” seems to feature highly in people’s relationship rule book."
And if a man was taking the stance you take, you'd denounce him as as anachronistic Patriarch.
"I see it as an anochranistic killjoy"
I see you as a loathesome boil on the bottom of society. Look, darlin', I get it. You hate men. You really, really hate men, the last thing you want to do is make any of them the least bit happy - and as a self-entitled Princess, you expect, nay DEMAND, they make you happy for nothing in return.
Well, that is not a bloody romance, that's servitude, and we aren't having it.
"The last thing I expected was her advice for women to go all Stepford Wives."
The Stepford Wives never compromised, THEY SUBMITTED. THEY HAD NO NEEDS EXCEPT SERVICE. WHICH IS WHAT YOU WANT FROM MEN. DO YOU NOT SEE THE HYPOCRISY? CAN YOU REALLY BE THIS BLIND?
"In the sixties, women could not take out a mortgage or start a business without a male guarantor. "
Which is freakin' irrelevant, historically dubious (there were lots of women in businesses) and totally ignores the fact men went to jail when their wives went into debt.
" a life partnership"
A partnership is something that benefits all parties involved. You cannot grasp the meaning of that word.
" because it enhances our lives "
Our lives.
OUR lives.
OUR LIVES.
PLURAL.
Look. I realise I have been treating you as a peer, and that's just wrong. There's no way you could be this stupid normally. Was it that your mother drank like a fish whilst smoking crack? Was there a brain tumour removed from your skull, with just enough left over for some resemblance of a human personality?
"I was a compromiser before I realised that life without a full-time bloke gives me a double bed to myself, allows me to stay out as late as I want and means I can drink juice from the carton"
The same carton of juice you give to your guests? With your backwash? Look, dental floss, learn how to use it, that crud floating in the glass is not extra fibre.
"If there really is such a thing as domestic bliss, the way to achieve it is not for women to say yes"
Rubbish. The only way for domestic bliss FOR BOTH PARTIES is if there's give and take. You want a slave. Go for it, some blokes are into that. But 99.99999% of male humanity doesn't want to be your disposable f**-toy, and the advice you are trying to shovel onto other women is to treat men like the contents of those panties you can't be bothered changing.
And we aren't going to take it, Sunshine.
See you in Hell.
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