Or marry us.
Because, that leaves women like me...who have never wanted anything but to be a housewife and mother to as many children as my poor uterus could spit out (or 6...whichever came first)...who went to college only because I wasn't dating anyone...and got a full time job only because I wasn't married yet...and who has put off buying a home or seriously investing in retirement because I'd rather make those decisions with my husband...at a complete loss when they (and their ovaries) get to the ripe old age of 38 (THIRTY EIGHT...I.E. TWO YEARS AWAY FROM 40) still (STILL!) unmarried.
So, now, thanks to Gloria Steinem and her predecessors, I am at a point in life where I have to realize that the "he" that I've been waiting for is probably living alone with a dog, spending his money on home entertainment systems, gym memberships and dates with various younger women...or his CD collection...or his home library...or something not shallow and stupid, but still not on building a life with me and our children. And, I'm left to pick up the pieces, and buy a home alone, build my retirement plan and avoid buying cats at all costs.
Thanks a lot!