In my beloved book, Red and Black, the species simply means the only way the lowly Frenchman is born. In the end, it’s not a red military uniform or a black church robe like a white boudoir cloth that elevates our stupid hero. The mayor’s wife and the daughter of the marquis are among those who support him at a great distance for his ambition. That well-known “red”, I still think, is a clever joke: a race not warlike but sexual, an old friend of parvenu.
Or an old friend. The last two centuries have opened up more avenues from the classroom than the more common forms. At the same time, they close the old loveless ways. “Assortative mating” is a cool word for married couples, who combine their physical and knowledgeable good with doing this.
In the middle of the last few years, this would have fascinated me. I don’t know a straight person my age with a degree who has a friend without a partner. In families where one partner earns more money, the other prefers to bring culture, older relatives, a valid passport or similar parallel. (Apparently there aren’t enough ways to address the differences.) In the case of bachelors, a hundred or older who are very busy living each year, about 90 have graduates of research universities. Wrong evenings are those with alumnus at school or in the arts.
There is a perception that only women who complete their education do not want to marry and their reputation. I’m sure this causes a reason. While high-ranking men often have uneducated women, they do not show preference, in particular, simply for the sake of certain choices. As far as universities and employment are concerned, women and men are free to become snobs. We have been generous with our license ever since. My conscience does not bother me with almost any military practice with benefits that have been hit by feathers in recent years. His loving love is the exception. Even personal studies do not do much to create challenges of some kind.
That’s why, along with his unwavering education, I’ve been taken aback Aristocracy of Talent. In his new book, Adrian Wooldridge tries to save the worthy from the ordinary people Aldous Huxley saw. Like all good counter-intuitive works, it falls into the realm of planning. The concept of “advanced professional education” can improve the quality of life, no doubt. The tax code can cut down on the economic income of more than it actually does. But soon, the great meritocrat comes against the boundaries that cannot be touched. Parents respect the dignity of their children’s lives with a sense of urgency. And they are very effective in both self-employed and two-class students. It is not right for people to “do” anything about their marriage. It is up to people to calculate the cost.
And this goes on and on looking for directions. What is most familiar with modern alpha-couples is that they do not just climb stairs. Hypergamy is back in the game – Balzac, kitchen cabinets, Cinderella – because it attracts a non-existent interest while one at UBS attracts another at Freshfields.
To think that a sexual conspiracy is not appropriate (there is, after all, there is a lot of it around). It is a connection and ultimately a combination of life experiences. Every child who leaves, as far as possible in the least, is stable and well-thought-out. Unmarried men become the dominant force, competition and performance in the West that they have never known, and in the first place. Wooldridge is no better than they draw the distance between their bohemian self-esteem and living their private life.
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