Troth unplightable

A decade or so ago, Barbara Dafoe Whitehead wrote a book called Why There Are No Good Men Left: The Romantic Plight of the New Single Woman, which prompted a discussion here. This topic, of course, is evergreen, and Jennifer’s expertise is at least as extensive as mine, if not more so:

I’ve been out of the dating scene for over 15 years. My insight comes from watching you people fumble through it.

Of course, a fumble inside the five-yard line is different from a fumble on a kickoff return, but the results are suboptimal either way.

Anyway, she has a very good discussion going, with comments ranging from quietly content to deeply bitter — and really, how could it be otherwise?

In lieu of a response from me, a purely fictional (of course) equine version, after the jump.

Twilight frowned. “He was married once, but it didn’t last.”

“And how long ago was that? Five, ten years?”

“More like thirty.

“Oh, my. That explains much by itself. A pony left alone for decades will waste away on the inside: the emptiness grows and grows until there’s no room for anything else. Perhaps it’s the same with Desert Brush.” The Princess shook her head. “On the other hoof, he has one more reason to fight on, to keep the emptiness at bay.”



  1. Jennifer »

    28 May 2013 · 8:21 pm

    Funny enough, I really didn’t expect that to open the can of worms that it did, but this has been some of the best discussion I’ve gotten in a comment section.

  2. CGHill »

    28 May 2013 · 8:46 pm

    And I just tacked a remark onto the Evyl One’s observation, simply because it rang true with me.

    (FYI, I have never had more than 40 comments on anything. Ever.)

  3. Lynn »

    29 May 2013 · 7:45 am

    Strange… I have a son who is handsome, employed and courteous and he wonders where all the good women are.

  4. SnoopyTheGoon »

    30 May 2013 · 9:57 am

    “Why There Are No Good Men Left”

    Hm… this implies that there were some to start with. With the current level of requirements to the subject matter I tend to doubt that.

  5. fillyjonk »

    30 May 2013 · 11:10 am

    I think the problem is that perhaps many of us single people are insufficiently cockeyed optimists. (I am loath to bring up the room-full-of-manure-and-there’s-a-pony-in-there comparison given the second part of the post, but really, that seems to be often what dating is like. I’ve seen too many of my friends wind up kissing an awful lot of frogs that turned out to be toads for me to want to re-enter the game)

  6. Tatyana »

    30 May 2013 · 7:28 pm

    So that was Oleg Wolk’s wife, I guess, in the comments? The one who just published a book under a man pen-name?
    Interesting way she described him.

  7. CGHill »

    30 May 2013 · 8:44 pm

    “Wing and a Whim”? That’s Bayou Renaissance Man’s “Miss D.” (And if I remember correctly, he’s from South Africa.)

  8. Tatyana »

    1 June 2013 · 12:53 pm

    ” found my man in the gunblogging circles (thanks Oleg! and Thanks, J, for introducing me to Oleg!)”

    So, his name is Oleg, too? what luck to find one in South Africa

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