I get a ton of amusement out of this shit because there's a segment of women who chase this, become miserable but don't want to let on to the world that they're not happy so they push the lie on social media that they're just so happy. On the inside though, they are sad that they were sold on a lie that traded their child bearing years for some corporation.
I call it the "Sex and the City" syndrome. "I'm a strong independent woman who has sex with as many guys as I can. I don't need kids or a man." Finds out that men do not give a single shit about what women do for their jobs, that men don't need a single 40/50 something that can't even have kids, has been used up by a ton of guys, and will just add add undue stress and burdens on their lives.
So many of these types never ask "What do I bring to the table?" because everything is about them. I had a buddy who dated the craziest woman I've ever seen, she was medicated and she bitched endlessly, would start fights for nothing, criticize him for some perceived slight or failure (his use of certain words, a time where it was NYE and it was 12:00:05 a.m. and not midnight on the dot when he didn't kiss her or something, I could add more), she rattled off all of these things that he should do or be.
He asked her, "Okay. What do you need to do? What do you bring to the table?" Her reply was "The privilege of being with me."
Wow!
Oh, there was a time where he had been wanting her to go to church with him. She finally agreed. They got to the parking lot and she got a dime-size stain of coffee on her shirt and freaked out. My buddy offered her his jacket or another shirt and even to go buy a shirt inside the church bookstore. She refused. Started a fight and made him go back home without attending the service. She also sabotaged a birthday weekend he threw for her. Bitches be crazy.