Modern Dating Is a Joke—And We All Know It

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Modern dating is broken. Not because men are trash. Not because women are the problem. But because both sides are cosplaying as independent, high-value, unbothered icons while quietly craving something real—and wondering why they can’t find it.

1. "We Want a Provider... But We Also Want Equality"

Pick one. You can’t demand a man who pays all the bills and takes care of everything and also want to be fiercely independent, untouchable, and completely self-governing. That’s not feminism—that’s selective tradition. Empowerment when it’s convenient, submission when it’s comfortable.

2. Why Build a Career to Be a Housewife?

A lot of women (and men) chase careers because society said, "Success = money, and money = value." But if the end goal is to stay at home, raise kids, or live off someone else’s income, then what was the point of all that hustle? To flex on the 'gram?

On the flip side, if both partners have demanding careers, who’s raising the kids? You gonna tag-team bedtime in between Zoom calls and Uber Eats orders? Or just outsource parenting and hope your kid doesn’t grow up emotionally starved?

3. "We’ll Just Hire Help"

Cool. Hire a nanny, send the kids to daycare, throw them a tablet at night, and call it parenting. But don’t act shocked when little Timmy turns 17 and doesn’t know how to form healthy relationships, has zero coping skills, and thinks love is a subscription service.

Hyper-independence + absentee parenting = future therapy bills. This isn’t shaming—it’s just math.

4. Women Are Becoming the New Men

Chasing money. Casual sex. No attachments. Solo vacations. Power lunches. It’s the old-school male playbook with a new coat of lashes and lip gloss.

And then these same women ask, “Where are all the good men?”

Well… where are all the good people?

Because men did start doing better—more therapy, more emotional awareness, more presence. And what happened? We got more baby mamas. More women with delusions of grandeur. More people calling themselves "high value" while bringing nothing but vibes and Venmo requests to the table.

5. "High-Value" Is a Lie We Sell Ourselves

Everyone's branding themselves like they’re a lifestyle package, not a real human with flaws.

  • Dudes with three baby mamas calling women trash.
  • Women with subscription content demanding a six-figure man with zero kids and zero expectations.

Nobody's building. Everyone’s marketing.

Final Thought: Dating Is a Power Struggle, Not a Partnership

We’ve mistaken independence for emotional detachment, and empowerment for ego.

If no one wants to nurture, no one wants to lead, no one wants to follow, and no one wants to be vulnerable—then why are we even dating?

Modern dating is just two people trying to out-alpha each other... while wondering why they’re both still alone.

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