This is a topic that I was asked to expand upon some time back. Giving my original comment made in the sister-sub more thought, here it is.

Where have all the good fathers gone? YOU decided they were interchangeable. Why is it that it is only in the last two or three decades, since 2nd wave feminism finally gestated and bore its fruit, that single mothers (SMs) have started to sell their ready-made families (minus daddy) as a positive selling point? Not a negative one, nor even a neutral one at best. "I've got the whole procreational sex out of the way for you.....come join us, won't you?" I think the reasons for this are numerous, and will try to tackle this multi-faceted issue as best I can.

  1. The deregulation of the sexual marketplace in the 1960s suddenly allowed a woman, without shame, to seek the AF/BB path in life. She could secure the genes she really wanted, and after failing to baby-trap Chad with her one-in-a-million golden vagina, she could then seek no particular male to finance and raise it. The fact that the amount of SMs is on the verge of overtaking the number of willing and available simps is making this life-plan more difficult by the year, but it does not yet negate their desire and penchant to follow it.

  2. While waiting for no particular man to "step up", she has the nameless and faceless backing of Daddy Government to support her. This relationship, and its subconscious imprint on the female, can not be underestimated. With the exceptions of sex and someone to listen to her yak about her feelings, she gets all of her traditionally male-filled needs met by an anonymous entity. Chad and beta orbiters provide the abovementioned shortfalls; Daddy has become faceless, though.

  3. During the ramp-up to this phenomenon, the Marxist Left started nudging in the 'wisdom' of the old, African proverb, "It takes a village to raise a child" as the blueprint for successful parenting. First under the guise of sharing multi-cultural wisdom, and later under Hillary Clinton it became an oft-quoted mantra. Of course, Western societies have long had a similar framework of aunts, uncles, and grandparents to help guide a child in the right direction, but I think that the African proverb is more seeded in the most often communal nature of their village settings. I don't think this delineation can be highlighted enough. An uncle of mine had a profound influence on my life, but your uncle has no business whatsoever trying to imprint his thoughts and ideas on myself. In a small, communal village, where everyone depends on one another to a certain degree, your uncle would have a valid opinion on me becoming a man. Not overriding the father, but a legitimately interdependent and intertwined opinion.

  4. To follow on the heels of this communal, Marxist mantra, modern Socialist society has deemed random strangers as equally befitting of the mentor and/or father role, in many ways superseding it. Teachers, social workers, at-risk youth mentors, et al. In other words, anyone but the father.

  5. Being as very few SMs secure a BB provider immediately upon Chad/Tyrone leaving, her first experience of someone that provides 'daddy things' is a nameless, faceless entity. It doesn't matter to her what the official bureaus are named, or who the clerk is at the desk that month; they are interchangeable. Barring the magical return of the biological father, she no longer cares WHO provides the daddy things, just that they ARE provided. The longer this dependency lasts, the more removed she becomes from the necessity of that mentor/father/provider being a flesh and blood man with a name, a personality, and desires.

  6. Another leg to this table is the modern social conditioning, originally springing from the bowels of feminism, that men and women are alike, and deep down want basically the same thing in life. We know this not to be true, but should briefly touch upon its impact on this particular subject. "I want a family and men want a family. I've already created a family, and because men want the same thing, I've actually got a leg up on my dating competition because I already have the family thing covered." Of course, this subpoint as well as the others, is obviously going to be sprinkled with a heavy dose of modern female solipsism and narcissism. They either fail to realize, or just don't care, that a man wants to procreate his own family, not come off the bench in the 2nd Quarter as a substitute for for the game she already started with another man.

These six points, and likely other intertwined sub-currents, have hence deluded many of the newest generation of SMs into believing that their having children already by another man (men) is actually a bonus that will entice prospective 'family men' moreso than their childless competitors could. Of course the female hamster wheel makes its appearance, wherein one must laud one's misses into hits so as to not totally hate oneself each day upon waking. Not only does the modern female not seem to know what men want, they don't even care to know; that doesn't even enter the picture. Like many of today's gender-relation problems, I think it is too shortsighted to simply chalk up this recent phenomenon to muh feminism, muh CIA, or muh ((( ))). It appears to be the result of a combination of semi-recent developments (feminism and government-sponsored social engineering, the glorification of moral relativism that equates what is good for a communal, African village must also be beneficial to a modern Western one, and the ever-occurring female solipsism and narcissism that was once socially restrained, but never completely absent.

Where have all the good fathers gone? YOU have made them completely interchangeable, therefore they have become nameless, faceless, and anonymous. Any man who has these three attributes not only becomes invisible, but completely interchangeable with the next one. Not only invisible and interchangeable to SMs, but to the greater society as well.

*This topic is obviously not all-inclusive, and all food for thought is greatly welcomed. It is simply the distillation of a few hours of thought and writing that I finally had available to myself this weekend.