Women should never ask other women for advice, especially as it relates to relationships, which is the advice they most often request.I'm quite serious. In fact, tonight as I packed up all 7 of my copies of "The Rules" (a book by women that purports to tell other women how to snag the man they want) for shipment to unsuspecting women buyers/victims, I thought about it again and reached the same conclusion.
The problem with women asking other women for advice is simply this: most women asking for advice do not really want a solution to the named problem; they want sympathy and affirmation. And most**** women who give advice understand this and respond accordingly.
The correct answer to most women's relationship problems (assuming, for the moment, that they are actually looking for a solution) can come from one of two places: either she should ask a man - studiously ignoring all advice from her woman friends, especially those that have proved themselves inept in regards to this particular problem - or, in the case that a trustworthy one is not available, she should take Vox Day's advice to search her feelings and then do the opposite.
The reason is simply one of biology, IMHO. Most men, if you ask them about a problem, will analyze the problem - we are engineerish that way. Most women, on the other hand, will foremostly empathize with your place in the situation*****. Thus if the problem is not being able to find a husband, the man will often recommend changes you can and should effect to make yourself a more attractive mate. The woman will reassure you that you are worthwhile. Of course, if the real problem is just that you feel bad about a situation, then go ahead and ask a Sibyl. You'll feel far better knowing that the problem, while remaining insoluble, is at least everyone else's fault.
* My professor looks just like the picture except that her hat is green.
** She did provide a good bit of history as well, such as this Roman remembrance of the Tower of Babel (Gen 11):
"But when the judgements of Almighty God*** and thus Misty, in using the sole triple-dog dare in her repertoire to get me to post the Aztec rant on Lawrence.com, missed the opportunity for me to post this one, which would have undoubtedly caused several of the feminista brigade to burst their ovaries in blind rage.
Were ripe for execution; when the tower
Rose to the skies upon Assyria's plain,
And all mankind one language only knew:
A dread commission from on high was given
To the fell whirlwinds, which with dire alarms
Beat on the tower, and to its lowest base
Shook it convulsed. And now all intercourse,
By some occult and over-ruling power,
Ceased among men. By utterance they strove
Perplexed and anxious, to disclose their mind,
But their lip failed them; and in lieu of words
Produced a painful babbling sound: the place
Was thence called Babel; by the apostate crew
Named from the event. Then severed far away
They sped, uncertain, into realms unknown:
Thus kingdoms rose; and the glad world was filled."
**** Except my wife, who will say flat-out, "If you're just looking for sympathy, look elsewhere." She is very unwomanly in that respect.
***** When I once suggested that if a woman wanted to find a good man her bioclock and children were issues, a certain KU professor replied with "Wow. I've never felt so objectified before." One solution is based on an objective analysis of the situation, the other on a subjective evaluation of feelings. Both were unsurprisingly stereotypical responses.