Mike writes: Yikes! A sociopath’s dream workplace.
What hope is there for the women “Amabots”? They spend their fertile years in a bruising 80 hour work week job, no personal time away from work demands. Can’t get sick. Can’t have a bad week. Even worse, the longer they work there the harder, tougher, more calculating, and more unattractive they get.
I can see a movie script. Guy meets an Amazon girl, 25, maybe four years in. Hard worker. Driven. He seems like the perfect guy, handsome, well-dressed, nice wheels. Unlike most Amazon men she deals with, he does not boast about his wealth or achievements. He is a feminist. He says he would never want to control her or take her away from the career she loves so much. Instead, on their dates he draws her out. He asks her questions about her work. He takes a sincere interest in the job challenges she faces. He wonders about her health, job stress, her spirits, etc. They go do fun, competitive, athletic things. She is very fit and likes outdoor sports (but mainly to work off the incredible stress).
Over time, he starts making comments about her being the perfect woman: beautiful, hard-working, intelligent. Her heart melts. She begins to realize he is wealthy, and she muses with her friends about how nice it would be to get out of the brutal Amazon rat race. She starts dreaming of a comfy life. After all the egocentric Amazon losers she has dated, she realizes she has found the perfect man.
It happens. He plans a wonderful weekend at a mountain top lodge. She suspects he is going to propose. They drive there in his Porsche, check in, have phenomenal sex.
Then, over a candlelit dinner, he tells her that she is everything he has been looking for as the mother of his children. She is smart, very attractive, wonderful personality, athletic, and a diligent worker.
Her heart races. She leans forward, hanging on every word.
And then he pops the question: would she be willing to sell him a dozen eggs for $25,000 apiece?
