I know this isn't a debate sub, but I just wanted to offer a different perspective; that I thought might be helpful to you all out there, whether you're in a relationship or thinking about getting into a relationship.

This is a purely anecdotal story and experience... But I noticed many of my comments about both my grandparents (on my mother's side) being pilots and engineers, were taken down. My grandmother was an electrical engineer in the Air Force, and my grandfather was a Mechanical Engineer. Both started out as pilots, and together they had 8 children and shared housekeeping and cooking responsibilities. Both were in their mid-thirties when they started having children, and stayed together (as many older people did those days) until death. Both seemed quite happy.

By contrast, my mom was a cocktail waitress who married an (inherited) millionaire, thirteen years older than her, and I think was always unhappy in their relationship... I think marrying an older man, in the vast majority of cases, is a bad idea... And I think my dad had a midlife crisis and ended up dating and marrying someone even younger than my mom. That to me, always cemented the fact that marrying someone older and wealthier is not the key to marital stability or bliss. In many ways... She was what red pill men and women idealize, and yet I think she would have been so much happier if she married someone her own age. (My father was also abusive, and left us penniless in the divorce.)

I guess my point is, if you're an attractive woman in your twenties, don't fret if a wealthy man hasn't caught your attention, yet. Though I'm very proud of where I come from, in my experience, only marriages between equals (in terms of age, financial status, and career) lead to successful long term marriages. If marriage is the goal, as it is for most of us here.

I asked before "why?" I joined this group... And it was because I noticed that in my twenties that I dated a bunch of guys who were greatly below my status and standards, (I didn't sleep with them), and so I felt like I had to accept some hard truths about human relationships. Maybe this just mean, that in my late-thirties, I'm a "high-maintenance" woman who "hit the wall," but I just kind of wanted to dispel some of the fairytales and stereotypes out there, because they aren't always true.

You might think my dad won in this situation, he had a younger wife and got to keep all his money... But my father had regrets two. Losing his family essentially to his own greed, (and the greed of my genuinely evil narcissistic stepmother) made him deeply unhappy as well. My sister told me that when he talked about all that he had lost, with my mother, it was one of the only times she ever saw him cry.

I want to leave on a positive note, and say there are exceptions to every rule... And that I'm a Pragmatist, and thus care more about pragmatic (lived) experience than "the wisdom of the crowd" found in facts and figures... But I think both are necessary, and that no philosophy should focus on generalizations, alone. A good philosophy is composed of pragmatic lived experiences, tempered with facts and figures. But does not rely on stereotypes and generalizations. This isn't to debate Red Pill philosophy, but rather to modernize it and make it useful for years to come.