Follow up on a subject that won’t go away.
For all of you female PharmDs making money out there and can’t find a man up to your level to marry and have a life with. More dismal statistics.
My advice: Don’t hold out for Mister Perfect. When a guy rings your bell, take him. You can have a very nice life with Mister Good Enough.
The American Association of University Women has recently tried to refute the facts. They said that what has been called “boy troubles” is a myth. Then they say that the disparity in education is in poor and minority children.
The AAUW is wrong on both counts. The only one where they are right is their assertion that the gap is not something caused by feminists.
Women earn 59% of all master’s degrees. 57% of all bachelor’s degrees. Please tell us how pronounced the disparity is in PharmD degrees.
It starts way back, elementary, middle schools. The boys are just not as interested in doing well as the girls are. This slide just keeps on going.
I’ll get back to the issue that young, educated professional women will have to have some attention on the project of finding a mate who is her equal. This is not easy when the men out there want a woman they can dominate.
The bad news goes like this:
Predator download You are sitting in a nice, upscale bar on a Friday night, nursing a champagne cocktail. A good-looking, well-dressed young man has been eying you. You are not real good at this, but you give him a look.
The band is playing dance music, but you hope that he doesn’t ask you to dance. It makes you feel too vulnerable. There, he just made eye contact and raises his beer. You raise your glass timidly. He starts working his way over to you.
After a few minutes of baseball talk. He is a Cubs fan. You don’t tell him that the White Sox are your team. Finally, he lets you know that his is a lawyer. He talks about his job a bit. Then he asks,
“What do you do?”
A lawyer. That is good. “I’m a pharmacist,” you say. “I’m a Doctor of Pharmacy.”
His eyebrows raise. “I didn’t know that pharmacists were doctors.”
You smile. This is very good. An attorney. The last guy you dated was a salesman for Cardinal. “We are doctors,” you say.
He drains his beer and looks around the room uncomfortably. “Well, a doctor.” He smiles. “I gotta go. I gotta go find a stripper.”