I found this article this morning. Check it out.
Must admit, when I was young, I always secretly thought of myself as the kind of woman who would have to move to Alaska, or somewhere like this remote Australian mining town in order to find a man. Turns out I was wrong about that. It makes me wonder about the power of self-esteem. Can you imagine a woman moving halfway around the world because of the male-female ratio?
I do know this, though. If I wanted to start my life all over again, go where nobody knows me, someplace like that would look mighty tempting. I wonder what it would be like for an average woman to move where she’s outnumbered by men five to one. Would it be like the Wild West? Would men fight over her? I’d say there’s a story idea here, but I already have enough work to do.
But feel free speculate. What do you think would happen to our heroine if she moved there?
August 18th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
I read that article. I think the mayor of that mining town made a crack about how all the ugly women should come there so they can find a man.
August 18th, 2008 at 3:09 pm
I found what that mayor said pretty offensive. Of course, I’ve never really found the notion of men fighting over me that appealing; sure it makes me seem desirable, but it also seems to suggest I’m not capable of making up my own mind.
And whose to say the men in Mt. Isa aren’t happy with the proportion of males to females? After all, they could move to where there are more women, too.
August 18th, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Self esteem is so important. I think one’s attractiveness level raises significantly when they have a healthy self image.
I was “too skinny” in high school and I used to think guys didn’t like me at the time because of that. Turns out I think it was more my attitude/personality than anything else.
Senior year this guy saw my yearbook picture and made a rather flattering comment to one of his friends. (he didn’t know I was within earshot.) I think that was the first day I thought I wasn’t a complete troglodyte.
August 18th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Good point, Kimberly. When a man fights “over you” it’s like you’re a prize that one of them is winning and you have no say so in the matter. Which is insulting. What about when a man fights “for” you?
August 18th, 2008 at 4:52 pm
The mayor was an arrogant bonehead….really…what did he expect? That people would think the words that fell from his mouth were intelligent and well thought out? What a dumb ass….and yeah, Zoe….when a man fights for his woman, that’s something special…now, in my fantasies….Nikki Sixx and Clive Owen could fight over me all day and all night long! LOL
August 18th, 2008 at 5:07 pm
hahaha Juliana. I have a thing for Spike (from Buffy)
August 18th, 2008 at 6:02 pm
Interesting. I think this is a slightly recurring theme that pops up every few years where some place with an imbalance in the population “advertises.” What I want to know though, is if there will be any change as a result of this article.
August 19th, 2008 at 6:55 am
yeah Zoe…spike is verah nice….a spike/angel sandwich would be cool!
August 19th, 2008 at 7:44 am
You know, I wasn’t interested in whether the mayor was an idiot as much as what it would be like to be outnumbered by men that way. Has anyone ever lived somewhere like that?
August 19th, 2008 at 9:30 am
Ann,
In a way…I was born and raised near Colorado Springs, Colorado and discovered that because of the large military population there that at one time the men did outnumber women by about ten to one I think it was. That was in the early 90’s. When I joined a computer dating service at that time women 18 to 24 paid zero to join up, women 25 to 35 paid half price, and women over 25 paid the same price as all men of all ages. I paid half because I was 25 I think. I met my to be hubby that way…I was the only woman on his list, whereas I think I ended up with eight guys on my list.
Denise A. Agnew
August 19th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Hey Ann, not “lived” somewhere like that, but been in situations like that. I worked at a gas station for awhile, and the one I worked at was very popular for truckers and construction workers. I had to quit or else hate men forever, seriously. Some of them (and maybe it’s just being in the south) are the lowest common denominator.
Juliana, Angel was too whiny for me, but I’d take a Spike/Angelus sandwich. Yes, I know, I’m a sick sick girl, but Angelus was funny as hell, and as long as he liked you, you were safe. I mean look how good he was to Darla, even evil.