I figured those in the higher tax brackets would be more private about it... still there must be some who wouldn't mind sharing. I'll vote on the poll if we get some more serious responses (like Philly Rocket). Fatty Fat: Don't you think it's a bit ambitious to anticipate jumping from $60k to $500k in one year? And a bit pretentious to broadcast it over the internet?
How many of you guys married or are dating girls who make similar incomes to you? Personally, I can't stand the masculinization of career women. It's one thing to be ambitious about life, and your family, and having high standards in a man (what real ambitious women should groom themselves for); but working like a dog, neglecting to devote enough time to yourself and your man, and losing your femininity so you can survive in a cut throat world is just repulsive. I will most definitely marry a girl who carries her weight through beauty, class and liveliness, not career earnings or career ambitions. Not saying it isn't good to have a career, but know your limits, and know a man comes first.
So, are you first in line to give blow jobs to the man? Fighting the system, even unsuccessfully, is a niche in society.
So is parading around on a message board like real-life version of Patrick Bateman. What a sad little man you must be.
Look for the woman that say they want somebody with goals or is ambitious... translation- i want somebody with money
You should have. This poll was really an attempt to cull out those who are too cutthroat to be his mate. Being an unemployed deadbeat, you're looking pretty sexy now to him.
It was actually a compliment. You don't have to agree with my viewpoints, but know there are plenty of men who feel the same way - and plenty of intelligent girls who will agree.
Dude, what do I know. Mrs. B-Bob earns less, but her science is much, much better than mine. She's smarter than me in many ways. Who cares? It's fun to be challenged and surprised and to meet cool people through her. I've dated women less smart than me, and I got kind of sad when I realized I wouldn't be that interested in hanging with their friends. I've met so many cool and interesting peeps via Mrs. B-Bob, and vice versa. different strokes, and respek to you. I'm just throwing a curveball.
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