Why I'd rather my daughter marry a rich man than have a brilliant career
The new breed of intelligent, jet-set housewives really do seem to have it all...
By FRANCES CHILDS
Last updated at 9:48 AM on 9th December 2010
"I do... as long as you can afford me not to work"

During a chat with a group of 17-year-old girls recently, our conversation turned to their dreams for the future. One girl, Patty, wants to be a lawyer. Another, Justine, has her heart set on becoming a doctor.
But it seems there’s one aspiration that’s proving surprisingly popular — and it doesn’t involve years of dedicated study, either.
Yes — feminists look away now — most of the girls I talked to are intent on marrying a rich man.
translation: feminism isn't concerned with 'equal' rights. it's goal is to secure
special rights
for women. this is why frances tells her fellow state-sponsored welfare recipients to cover their ears. even she realizes that hearing the truth about feminism will ultimately conflict with her feel-good veneer of moral indignation; i.e., it's hard to remain righteously angry at a so-called sexist society when your own philosophy depends on exploiting the male gender. as much as feminists love to complain that society objectifies women, they themselves view men as nothing more than financial parachutes.
This idea is buoyed by a culture of celebrity that sees attractive women marrying well and then enjoying luxurious lifestyles as a result. Because of this, matrimony is increasingly viewed as an alternative career choice for the ambitious younger generation.
interesting how this self-absorbed cunt easily passes the blame onto society while simultaneously penning an article
encouraging
the exploitation of men. such hypocrisy is easily excused however, due to the fact that feminism can only function if its patrons willfully ignore its inherent contradictions.
‘I’m going to train as a pharmacist, work for a couple of years and then marry a rich man,’ Lilly announces in a matter-of-fact manner.
Her friend Amy also has it all mapped out: ‘I’m going to be a graphic designer — but when I have children, I’ll give up work. I’m going to marry someone with a really good job.’ Her friends nod in agreement.
As a teacher, perhaps I should have argued with these teenagers and told them their happiness depended on financial independence and high-flying careers. A few years ago I would have done, but not any more.
So what’s changed? Well, four years ago my daughter Nancy was born and I became a harassed working mother. It was my implacable belief that a career was the path to female fulfilment that kept me working after her birth.
Back then, I honestly believed that women who didn’t work were boring little drones who had given up all vestige of personality.
translation: i bought into the universal feminist lie that women are only valuable when competing against men in the economy.
How wrong I was!
Last year, Jill Berry, the then president of The Girls’ Schools Association, publicly said what many of us women in our late 30s and early 40s have come to realise.
She said that combining a high-powered career and motherhood and doing both well is impossible. It’s time we stopped feeding girls the fairy tale that they can do it all — and I agree.

But, more than that, I think most women — if given a truly free choice — would choose to stay at home and look after their children in their infancy.
The trouble is that most families rely on the salaries of both parents, so it’s not really an option.
It goes without saying, although it sometimes seems we are expressly forbidden to say it, that having a rich husband would provide that option. When I go to pick up Nancy from school, there are three distinct camps of women at the gates: the frazzled working mums like myself, rushing up at the last minute.
Then there are the childminders of those women still at work. Then there are the stay-at-home mothers — and if you imagine the latter group to be tubby drudges in unflattering tracksuits with fuzzy, unkempt hair, think again.
Today’s breed of stay-at-home mother is impeccably turned out — after all, they’re the only ones rich enough to be able to not work. Mostly in their late 20s, they’re clad in designer gear and have the time to have their hair styled weekly at an upmarket salon.
Their nails, miniature works of art, certainly haven’t seen the inside of a pair of Marigolds.
Shallow and vapid they are not — this new breed of uber-housewives are highly educated, with clear ideas about their new role in life.
obviously the irony is lost on this retard; she's harping about her vain pursuit of designer nails while simultaneously trying to lecture on personal depth.
They’re not tied to the kitchen sink as their husband’s wealth means they have nannies and cleaners to help with the grind of chores.
translation: hard work =
BAD. doing your hair & nails =
GOOD.
My friend Amanda was an accountant before she married and had children. Now, she doesn’t work, but she certainly isn’t darning socks. She employs a cleaner and a part-time nanny. She goes to the gym and is doing a Spanish course. As she says: ‘I’m a wife and mother, not a maid.’ Good for her.
no,
BAD
for her. implying that hard work is shameful and laying around on your ass is something to aspire to creates a culture of self-entitled cunts. no wonder women raised under feminist doctrine have devolved into professional parasites.
Amanda, and plenty of women like her, are marrying for love — but this love gets a helping hand when the bank statement arrives.
to a sane person, the very notion of equating love and money elicits a sense of ethical disgust. but feminism's self-serving moral code produces just the opposite effect; today, women who can't obtain money feel like social pariahs every time they tune into another episode of "The Real Housewives of [insert city]."
At the same time, rich alpha males want to marry women who look amazing and whose wit will dazzle at social functions. For modern girls, marrying a rich man is an indisputable announcement of success.
It does make life feel a lot more sparkly than getting up to catch the 6am bus every morning.
If, in 20 years’ time, my daughter announces she’s jumping off the career ladder to marry to a wealthy man, I won’t throw a fit.
In fact, I rather hope she does marry money so her life is less toil.
...such is the delusional view of the "strong and independent" Sex And The City generation where strength is derived from cosmetic surgery and independence comes from the exploitation of mens' incomes.

She’d have the choice to work if she wants and stay at home if she doesn’t — and not feel like a modern-day Stepford Wife.
That might sound shallow. What I mean, though, is that I’ve learned to accept there’s more routes to a woman’s fulfilment than simply the size of her salary.
Younger women have realised that instead of spending the day listening to some bore drone on about sales figures, it might be more fun to go swimming with the children while the cleaner sorts out the house.
translation: i want to teach women how to become lazy, parasitic cunts just like me.
Of course, there are still some stay-at-home mums who spend their days dusting the mantelpiece, but these women would be seen in the new pecking order as having failed miserably.
Old-fashioned? Yes, it is. Victorian novels dwell incessantly on the theme of women seeking out rich men for their daughters to marry.
The difference, of course, between us and the Victorians was that if a man was vile, his poor wife was stuck with him.
That’s simply not the case any longer. Not that I’m encouraging divorce, but new laws ensure no woman should be left destitute if a marriage fails.
and here's the prime reason never to get married, straight from the horse's mouth: marriage is a golden parachute
for women only. the feminist legal system ensures that the State will be bending you over in court for a long time.
Julia McFarlane, 50, was recently awarded a house worth £1.5 million and £250,000 a year for life after her marriage to a hugely successful accountant ended in divorce.
ca-CHING$The judge insisted the years she spent supporting her husband’s career and raising three children be recognised and rewarded.
Women in the past were often forced to put up with abuse because they had nowhere else to go and no means of supporting themselves.
But the new alpha housewife is the educated, intelligent woman who chooses not to work — but thanks to her husband’s money certainly isn’t pushing a mop around the kitchen floor either.
Hopefully, my daughter and her generation will benefit from our belated realisation that a happy life isn’t guaranteed by working a 50-hour week and seeing your children on Saturday afternoons.
A happy life isn’t guaranteed by marriage to a wealthy man either. But isn’t it time we admitted that it certainly helps?
and isn't it time that you men benefited from a little common sense: definitely say YES to relationships with women, but say NO to entering into the worst business contract in history with the feminist State where there's a greater than %50 chance you'll be flushing your hard-earned assets down the toilet.
if you want to gamble with your life, go to Vegas. at least the House will give you a free steaks & eggs breakfast in the morning after raping you... on the other hand, you'll be lucky if the judge in your divorce even lets you keep your underwear.
