I’m gonna throw something out there and see what I get. I have had this thought on my mind for months. I tried it out on the MESSAGE BOARD and got zilch back. I’ll try to do a better job here.
You are a single young female pharmacist who makes $2,000.00 a week. Have you discovered any pitfalls of “dating down”?
To be brutal about it, not many men your age make what you make. Only 3 out of 10 men your age can match you in education. According to a recent study, your wage is at least 17% higher than comparable men who work full time and they never asked us what the entrance level wage is in pharmacy. Start talking 30 to 40% higher. If he is an “artist type”, how about 60%?
How about getting downright hostility from your date? When he does pay for your choice of restaurant does he mumble the guilt blossoming words, “Man, I’ll be broke for two weeks after this meal?” Do you get tired of paying?
How many of you have found that you can be more comfortable dating older men who make as much as you do or.. almost as much?
Most of these guys probably have no idea what a pharmacist makes and, for crissake, you are barely 30 years old. How much could you be making? Do you hide the hints that you are well heeled by wearing jeans on your dates? Do you drink draft beer rather than let him know what you really are used to?
Lots of questions, I know, but my inquiring mind wants to know. Do you avoid your apartment because … well … it is really nice. You hate to go to his place because it is a messy pad from his college days memory with neon beer signs. He is almost 30 years old. How long can you make excuses for him?
Do you get very uncomfortable when your pegged pants new boyfriend starts bragging that his new sales job will be “Bringing in the big bucks. At least $50 grand next year”.
You take his car because you don’t want him to see your brand new Beemer even if Rite-Aid is paying the lease for you.
Does a date for dinner mean that an upscale restaurant is the Dixie Diner, a step up from McDonalds, when you wanted to have a drink and dinner with a bottle of wine at that new bistro down on the Strand? He insists on paying, so you order the blue plate special.
A dish of greasy meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and buttered white bread. You had your heart set on that nice salad of baby greens and the garlicky scampi at Etoile downtown?
Has your heart ever been broken when the guy, the handsome, sensitive guy with the words of a poet and bedroom eyes takes your hands and says, “I am really uncomfortable that you make so much more money than I do, but I’ll get over it.” But he never gets over it.
You cried and he cried with you, but he left and did not look back. You called and blubbered over the phone to your mother, “I hate you. You made me go to pharmacy school.” But, you collect your paycheck the next Friday and you do not give 50% of it to the Salvation Army to level the dating playing field. Smart girl. You need a paradigm shift.
You want me to tell you that it will get better as you get older and the pool of dating men mature in their jobs. You will be happy if the man is secure and motivated in his own field. Not so, says Michael Cunningham, a psychologist at the University of Louisville.
He says, “When you talk to women who have been out of college long enough to be hardened and what you hear is ambivalence, if not downright hostility, about the income disparity. ”
I’ll talk more about this, if you want, but it is really something that you young, single and rich female pharmacists need to introduce into the dynamic with your peers. Other young, single and rich female pharmacists. You don’t want to screw this up. This years graduating class will be 68% female. This subject is not going away. The schools really need to have a required psych class that talks about this.
I know a 30 something store owner who made the mistake of marrying her boy toy. He has not worked one day since the wedding. He has a bunch of expensive toys. People say that he strays while she is at the pharmacy.
I wanted to say, “Well, you have made your bed, girls, so now you have to ..uh.. sleep ..uh.. in it.”
That is trite and mean so I’m not going to say it. I’ll end with this. I know a pediatrician on Whidbey Island who is married to a blacksmith. He is very clear about who the breadwinner is. Just don’t give up.