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I have no time for a man who still doesn’t know who he is by his late twenties/early thirties. I don’t want to have the same conversations now that people had in high school about finding themselves. The privileges of our advanced, relatively safe society that prioritizes the pursuit of happiness also lead to the prolonged infantilization of adult men. I can’t believe how many men my age still have these same youthful questions, like:

  • What do I want to do for a career?
  • Should I pursue more school?
  • What kind of relationship would fulfill me?
  • What sort of partner would be compatible with me?
  • What traits do I like in a woman?
  • What are my own hopes and dreams?
  • What are my own interests?
  • How does a crusty dish become uncrusted?
  • Who takes care of the home that I rent?
  • Do I have ambitions at work?
  • Do I even like women?
  • Am I even a man?

Men require the most delicate support and maternal nurturing that seemingly never ends, and it is exasperating.

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nic

Yeah no. Deleting all my dating profiles.

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