Lupo of The Butcher’s Block left a comment on this Roissy post that bears repeating:

Ever notice how talentless married men are? Oh sure, they can show up and do a job every day: the fact that their spirits are broken makes them adequate serfs. They may even make good businessmen; using the swindles they learned from their wives on other men. But talent: artistic, scientific or whatever: that only appears in bachelors. Eddie Murphy was hilarious until he got married. Feynman’s greatest periods of productivity were when he was out wenching. Evo Bio people will try to tell me that talent is some kind of plumage which drops off when they’re getting laid regularly. Funny, I get laid more when I am single than when I have a girlfriend. I think the lack of talent among married men can be attributed directly to listening to their mind numbing quacking all the live long day.