There’s been a lot of words typed up in response to the Dowd woman’s new snark-o-tome, Are Men Necessary? or whatever the hell it’s called. For some of the best so far, read Amy Welborn’s post on it and also the links in her post. But all pontificating besides, the answer to her faux-pitiful question, “Why aren’t I married?” boils down to this: you’re fifty freaking years old, Maureen. You just waited too damn long. These are the bad facts of life: the ranks of men willing to marry a fifty-year-old woman, no matter how good she looks posing at a bar, is much smaller than the ranks of men who want a woman young enough to bear at least one child without the intensive medical intervention that near-menopausal women who want to become pregnant need. Most men, even men in Ms. Dowd’s age and income peer group, want to become fathers, not doormen and chairholders to a professional spouter whose reputation is based on mostly on her ability to cut men to pieces in the nation’s most prominent newspaper.
Also the fact that her much-vaunted scary “intelligence” seems to be the superficial sort that never learns that there comes a time when you quit with the clever bitchery already probably has something to do with it as well. Not any “yearning” for the Fifties which is mostly just a desire for Googie-style signs and cars that looked like rocket ships to come back in vogue.