If you don’t understand basic probability? A Feministe dilemma:
There’s a sweet little phrase employed by lads in my town when they meet girls in bars and want to impress upon them how superior their genes are and how lucky the girl in question would be to get some of them in her vagina. It’s called “Dropping the H-Bomb.” As in, “So what do you do?” “I’m at Haaaaarvard Laaaaaw.”
The H-bomb has been said to be inversely effective for women trying to pick up men in bars. Actually, there is a worse one in this city. There’s no pithy name for it, that I know of, but let’s just say it involves the letters M, I, and T….
I have found that dropping these magical letters is an excellent first round of screening in the mate market. Anyone who says, “Wow, so you must be smart or something” is a tool. Anyone who shies away is clearly either insecure or less smart than me. Neither of which are qualities I look for in a date.
Now, imagine that this were a wealthy man writing. And suppose he drove a brand new Porsche and declared that he was uninterested in dating anyone who was insecure or drove a lesser car. Both men and women would, quite rightly, consider him to be an idiot, because there are things that make an individual interesting and attractive besides their form of automotive transportation, furthermore, there just aren’t very many people who drive Porsches in the first place.
Keep in mind that Zuffenhausen produces 31,250 cars per year, while M.I.T. accepts 1,045 freshmen in the same time frame. It is mathematically more reasonable to insist on dating only new Porsche owners than Ivy League graduates, whether you own a Porsche or attend an Ivy League school or not.
The comment is particularly amusing in that the feminista who wrote it doesn’t understand how completely conventional her attitude happens to be. The truth is that as long as intelligent women want to marry up, they will be inordinately likely to find themselves with no shortage of time to spend on their careers… or their cats.