I think some of our women, especially those in the spotlight, socialites to be specific, are walking a tightrope and convincing their legions to join them on the already breaking rope. It is a very dangerous affair if you ask me. As an environmentalist I know full well that there is absolutely nothing wrong with a woman analyzing a male based on his ability to provide security for her and her offspring. Every female will do that naturally, whether in the wild or in the suburb; be it the lioness in the Maasai Mara, Mama Mboga in Kinshasa or the Range Rover driving bank CEO lady in Geneva. It is a standard test of nature: Provision, Protection, Preservation and Procreation. All these can be summed up in one word: Security.
However, there is a major crack in the above syllogism especially when it comes to the modern day woman who somehow equates security to money and property. It is what I call the Economic Illusion of Affection and the first illusion is that money can somehow purchase affection.
When I talk of security, I refer to the security of protection, security of trust and honesty, security of dedication and affection, security of responsibility and nurturing, and the security of intimacy. Take note that of all these securities, only one is linked to a monetary measure.
Now, a lot of women totally fail to see this grave mathematical mistake of equating love to cash. That error, if you ask me, is the perfect formula for a complicated relationship, which in turn results into a disastrous marriage. What is even more heartrending is the thought of the horde of women out there scavenging for relationship advice only to somehow end up adopting the delusional economics of affection mentality. It is indeed a tragedy of the blind aping the clueless.
Too many women believe that good men are very few; a sort of endangered species if I may use an environmental term. To say the truth, by reasoning like the public socialites, their statement is not too far fetched. There are not very many rich men out there, and even fewer wealthy gentle ones. If the number of zeros in the bank account is the standard by which a woman will measure the ability of a man to provide security for her, then our graves will continue to boast of the abounding treasure of beautiful spinsters with broken hearts and lonely souls.