Mmmm. Frozen Eggs!

Sounds delish! Perhaps it's some kind of new dessert!

Err, maybe not. Instead, it's the story of some poor woman, finding herself in a man-impoverished world, happy that she had frozen her eggs so she could have some hope of having children. She'd given of herself to two men over a 15-year period only to find out that one was a loser and the other didn't want children. At 42, she had found a real man. Good for her. Here's B-Daddy's take.

I have to ask what inability to assimilate socially useful information (search that phrase) results in a decade and a half of relationship futility with known losers? Decade 1: you know that you don't want to have children with Dolt #1, despite your claim that having children is your lifelong dream, but hey what's a decade? Decade 2: Dude can't even decide? Sorry, a real man will either say "I want to have children and marriage for life; honey you're the one I want to make babies with" or "I don't want kids, I am focused on my own career, or whatever, but I still want the lifelong marriage." Mister milquetoast does neither and Ms. Egg Freezer can't bring herself to leave this loser.

Welcome to the reality version of Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. In Huxley's novel, women have managed to overcome their need for men. In our world, such a divorce from biology is proving to be a bit more problematic.

Presumably, the lady did what she'd been programmed by our culture to do: pursue her career, postpone children and give her life to the men she was with without expecting them, as B-Daddy so astutely notes, to be traditional men. That didn't work out so well.

It's almost like women have these strange, secret needs that we haven't been able to decipher. Maybe after a few more decades of feminist studies, we'll have the whole situation dialed in.

False alarm. It wasn't a story about delicious egg treats after all.