What is this world coming to? According to a Pew survey, 21% Of married women in this country are now living with a spouse with fewer degrees, but out of newlywed women married to less credentialed men, only 39% out-earn their husbands.
Pew never called me, but I know the story. I started dating my future husband when I was in grad school. He already had his degree… from SF State… in creative writing. Laugh all you want.
Furthermore, I was advised to not waste my time with him because, when asked “what do you do?” my future husband answered “I play music”. But you see, I very much like his creative side, and never for a moment thought he was a waste of time. I saw intelligence, I saw character and I saw the genes with which to make cute kids.
Degrees don’t mean much these days, and good man can be found in places other than colleges. Then there is this opinion about marrying a man you didn’t meet in college:
Could you marry a man who isn’t your intellectual or professional equal? Sure. But the likelihood is that it will be frustrating to be with someone who just can’t keep up with you or your friends. When the conversation turns to Jean Cocteau or Henrik Ibsen, the Bayeux Tapestry or Noam Chomsky, you won’t find that glazed look that comes over his face at all appealing. (Via Instapundit)
I had to look up Bayeux Tapestry. Then again, I wasn’t raised in the English-speaking world. I’m not sure too many undergads read Chomsky (grad students might scan it, if absolutely necessary). Jean Cocteau or Henrik Ibsen: are you kidding me? Much of the workload these days consists of Rococo Marxist takes on pop culture. I realize the author, Susan Patton, was probably just trying to dress up her point, not comment on the substance of college kids’ conversation, and I am on record saying that the college years are a good time to look for a husband.
Over at Instapundit some readers commented that the statistic of women marrying down education-wise but not financially probably picks up men with engineering degrees who only need a BS to be a top income earner. Back in 1990’s San Francisco when the economy was good, one didn’t need a degree to break into programming, and that’s just what my husband did. I’d like to think that I don’t need to see a diploma to figure out that I’m talking to a brainy man.