I am like Tevie the Milkman of "The Fiddler on the Roof" (pic), working hard in difficult conditions, with several kosher daughters of marriage age. An article in TAKI reflects my mind: it advises to escape New York still there is time. I did escape (not for me but for my grandchildren's sake) yet New York seems to have followed me to Kever Benjamin. Apart from disliking liberals like the author of the note, Gavin McInness, what can I do now? My time is over, what is done, is irreversible. I can only hope for the best and speculate on TASE.
Ladies, do yourself a favor, escape from New York. It is the worst possible place to find a man. The ones that are available have been spoiled rotten by the unequal distribution of women to men and even if you get one into a semi-normal relationship, he will cheat.But, he concludes, besides being doomed, New York women are tenacious as hell. Tenacious, but doomed. To escape - where? Israel? I am afraid that for a secular Ashkenazi educated women, Israel provides not much of an escape from New York. Yet, the first of my daughters just got married recently. Am I being too pessimistic?
In New York it is perfectly acceptable to be a single male at 43-years-old. These particular men don’t want to settle down with a woman their age. Why would they? That leaves you old and alone with no hopes for continuing the 40,000 years of post Neanderthal humanity that brought you here.
The end result of all this “I’m OK You’re OK” propaganda is men can get away with things like picking up a girl at 27 and then dumping her at 32 like it ain’t no thang.