The feminist life plan has become the norm. Whether it’s ideology or peer pressure or both, Millennial young women—the under-30s-- have been induced to conduct their lives exactly as feminism would have wanted.
Larissa Faw describes it well:
My Millennial-aged girl friends and I never doubted that we would accomplish all of our life goals. Everything, thus far, has pretty much gone according to our plans. We were accepted into the right college, landed the dream job, and developed a network of amazing friends. Our apartments are beautifully decorated and we have closets full of stylish clothing. Romance hasn’t been entirely sidelined, but we don’t waste our time trying to cultivate a relationship unless someone is really amazing.
But now, a growing number of Millennial women are beginning to fret over the unanticipated consequences of prioritizing our careers before love. And I only need to look at my group of friends to see this reality. Again and again, year after year, my successful, gorgeous, and amazing friends remain kiss-less on New Year’s Eve. And on Valentine’s Day. And on the 4th of July. The only dateable men we encounter are either attached, gay, or otherwise involved in “it’s complicated” situations. We are coming to the realization that we were unwittingly playing a game of musical chairs — while everyone was pairing up, those focused on our careers are left standing alone.
Today, one likes to hope, a young woman who chooses to follow this life plan will not be surprised to face “unanticipated consequences.”
I and many others have tried to warn young women against trying to make their lives conform to an ideological fiction. They are forewarned.
Admittedly, feminists sold this plan by saying that once these women had become, in Faw’s words: “successful, gorgeous, and amazing”… men would flock to them.
Assertions of inflated self-esteem are normally not the most attractive quality anyone can project. Young women who spend their time telling themselves and their friends how great they are tend to be seriously lacking in humility and modesty.
It’s a side-effect of the feminist life plan.
Reading Faw one can only conclude that feminists did not know what they were talking about or flat-out lied.
For today I will spare you a commentary on why things are as they are.
Instead, I propose that you read Faw’s column as an invitation. She has told us, rather clearly, that she and her fabulous girlfriends do not know very many suitable Millennial men. Most of them don't have dates for New Years Eve.
If you or someone you know is a suitable Millennial man, why not drop Larissa Faw a line. Introduce yourself; start a conversation; get to know her; let her get to know you.
I don’t have her email and I would hesitate to publish it if I did. So, why not message her through Facebook. Even if you don’t hit it off, rumor has it that she knows a large number of ravishing, unattached Millennial woman friends.