Dear Conrad, I repeat your quote, because you appear to have the same confusion with this issue?
Can you answer this question clearly? ...
Scene 1.... You meet a woman, she is a career independent woman, and you both fall in love and shack up (for want of a better word). She has her own apartment, which she rents out. She dashes out to work every day, comes home exhausted, with a carry-pack of McDonalds for supper, or Instant Noodles. She has outside business commitments or extra work she brings home. She falls into bed exhausted. But... she is independent, she does not require any upkeep from you. She knows that she will be retiring one day and can go travelling and indulging herself, and maybe she would have gotten tired of you and she seeks another man.
Scene 2..... You meet a woman, she has a humble job, lives in a rented room, has no retirement policies or insurances, just manages to feed and clothe herself. You two fall in love, you shack up. She stays at home, shops cleverly and frugally for quality food, and cooks hearty healthy meals for you both, she mends your clothes, she makes her own clothes, she does all the housework and laundry, and she`s never too tired for your company. She dreads that you ever get tired of her, because she`ll be out on the street again.
NOW .....TWO CHOICES ..... Which is the woman, in your opinion, that makes a better mate/lover/companion?
Choice 1. The "clever" one? Choice 2. The "stupid" one?
Choice 1 has advantages, but i would choose choice 2. and i would not call her stupid, she might be blond and have blue eyes but she sure as hell isnt stupid.
Twelfthmonkey: With fire in her eyes, and devilment in her soul, drove all the way to Wales - to avoid the pink rigged one. (She preferred Pink 'Ribbed' Ones), Pink ribbed ones that burnt rubber. Whatever it was she had, she had it Real Bad. She had it real bad coz she wanted bad boys.
The pink rig had room for three, her, him and a dog. The dog, being submissive, ended up doing the driving. Gromit soon tired, and pulled out an inflatable blow up paddling pool so he could soak his poor tired feet of the most astonishing size. It was a wonder, but no surprise, that claws shot out from the back, as the pink ribbed one started screaming like a big-screaming-pink-ribbed thing. The pink rig ground to a halt,smoke billowing skyward from the tyres. The drivers door swung open, and from the smoky mist, emerged a huge, hairy caterpillar called Dave. Dave had to check his equipment was in order and began to measure up. The size of his feet were disproportionate to his long body, metamorphosis turned dave into a moth - he wasn't expecting a bus along any minute, and this conductress asked "is this the way to the CS Forums? 'cos I'm holding out for a hero to rescue me from this huge comedy tomato thats stalking my house and watching me,
RE: The Independence of modern women ....
Hi Mikeno cos i know you are around