Everybody is talking about it! So I figured I would add my two cents. Come on VT Girl. Be original! So Forbes magazine told men — Don’t Marry A Career Women. Women Bloggers everywhere are going crazy! Check out some great selections.

Does it Never End?, Don’t Marry Career Men, for a broad wrap up Don’t Marry Career Men on Blogher.

At first I was mortified. Honestly, I read it to Lapster out loud. Throwing in angry feminist grunts. I thought about writing a letter to the magazine (which I do read from time to time). I would read a paragraph and yell, “Now, listen to this [insert angry self righteous reading tone here].” I’ve read every response on Blogher about it, but as I was finishing the article, Lapster said, “Damn, that guy is an ass. Whatever.” He then turned and continued to make dinner for me. Take that!

I mean Michael Noer’s other writing is a lot of the same including this gem from the Wiki:

Noer is also the author of “The Economics of Prostitution,” where, in describing a study, he wrote: “But the implication remains that wives and whores are–if not exactly like Coke and Pepsi–something akin to champagne and beer. The same sort of thing.”

I had to wonder about how much time and energy I spend telling and teaching jerks and sexist pigs that we are equal to men (or better than them). I mean you have to call these kind of lies and fake bravado to the light. You have to call it by name.  Mr. Noer words seem to be the inane ramblings of a man who obviously doesn’t have a lot of female companionship and is looking for a reason to justify his lonely existence.

But at the same time, I have to be careful. By writing too much — hell, I’ve put this article onto my site. You have to read it now, before you can really understand my post. I’ve given him a new forum for his words and worst of all — free publicity.

So I have commented on it. This article is a load of crap. Now, I will spend no more time on it. The people who are most important, the men in my life, know this article is crap. I have no need to defend myself, my choices, or my lifestyle.
Now, I’ve got money to make, companies to run, and Mr. Noer — congratulations, you got your 15 minutes.  Well done.  Oh, ding. Sounds like your time is up.