It’s that time of the month. Last month’s winner was Tyema Sanchez who demanded that all men everywhere put their lives on the line so that a few women wouldn’t have to deal with their purses being stolen.
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This month will be another month without voting because we have such a massive example of entitlement princessry. This month’s winner was submitted by tweell, and she is Tricia Romano. Tricia Romano wrote an article complaining about the dating scene in Seattle that she blames on Amazon because Amazon created jobs that caused men to move to Seattle. This article is so bad that it establishes new frontiers in female entitlement. Romano found new ways to pack maximum entitlement in to a single sentence. Take a look at a few things she wrote:
I sat across from him and listened. He was trim, tall, bearded (as they all seem to be), a recent transplant, having only lived in Seattle for a year or so and worked at a start-up, after burning out at Amazon (as they all seem to have). He rode his bike around town; he had good taste in food and wine; and he lived across the street from where we were meeting. He was a software engineer or did something in tech (as they all did). And he was utterly unmemorable.
I don’t think he asked me a single question about myself. Our date—if you call these impromptu Internet meetings, dates—lasted an hour. It felt more like a job interview, but not the way a date is supposed to be a job interview. There was no grilling about where you were from and what your family was like and what you were looking for.
It’s all about Tricia Romano. How dare a man actually have a life and thoughts of his own. He was insufficiently interested in me and Romano’s job in journalism:
He didn’t appear to have any other interests—he certainly didn’t seem to have any interest in me. I am a journalist, so I am very good at asking questions to get people to talk about themselves. But this was like squeezing blood from a stone.
Another problem is that these men aren’t impressed by a woman’s credentials:
There were a lot of tech men. I could talk a blue streak about them. I don’t have much positive to say. The biggest thing, the thing that bothered me the most is I felt like my intelligence was greatly devalued,” she wrote. ”I am a smart woman. I have a master’s from Berkeley in philosophy.
Heaven forbid that a man should recognize that intelligence is something other than a piece of paper from Berkeley. There’s no reason for these men to be impressed by a degree that is likely to lead to, “Would you like fries with that?” These men also fail to be meet Romano’s (and other women’s) 4284 point checklist:
I often hear women say they either date A-holes or nerds—or if they’re really lucky, both in one,” she said. “They feel like they’re dealing with someone who has poor social skills, not a lot of style, and isn’t that attractive, or is decently good-looking, successful, or cool, but by default knows it and acts like it, with a huge ego and selfish mind-set in tow.”
One woman, Bridget Arlene, spent three years in Seattle for graduate school, and said that she actually moved out of the city, in part because of the type of available men—most of whom had computer science or engineering degrees and worked for Google, Microsoft, or Amazon. “The type of person who is attracted to these jobs and thus to the Seattle area seems to be a socially awkward, emotionally stunted, sheltered, strangely entitled, and/or a misogynistic individual,” she wrote in an email.
It sounds like Seattle might get renamed Misogyny City if these women’s hysterics are to be believed. Or maybe Seattle should be renamed City where men are gainfully employed because that’s a problem for Romano’s dating life:
This wasn’t what I’d signed up for. I’d moved back to Seattle, in particular to Capitol Hill, because when I’d lived here during the ’90s it was a beacon of diversity for weirdos. (I stress “weirdos”—there are few people of color in Seattle.) The weirdos were: young gay boys, old hippies of varying sexuality, straight artists and musicians, softball lesbians, punk-rock dykes who played house music, metal musicians, ravers, or people into the fetish scene. They were not straight, white guys from flyover country or California imported by a software company. They spent their time doing things other than making Jeff Bezos more money.
Didn’t these guys get the memo that straight white men aren’t allowed to live in Seattle? It’s like these guys actually believe they have the freedom to live and work where they want without having to get it approved by Tricia Romano.
These guys also didn’t get the memo that it’s their job to keep Tricia Romano entertained with excitement 24/7:
In a way they exhibit some of the same qualities of those professions—ego, arrogance, and unlimited amounts of cash. In San Francisco, said Violet, “There were a lot of men to date with disposable income who wanted to take women out. It’s just, it was so boring,” she said. “My dating life went from dating artists and writers and going on cheap but exciting dates, to men who thought the ability to buy someone an expensive meal made them interesting.”
Because there are so many people in tech in Seattle and San Francisco, it is like the men in tech have eaten two previously diverse and interesting cities whole.
There’s more examples of entitlement packed into every word of the article. I don’t have time to document them all. Even from this sample you can see why Tricia Romano deserves to be the May 2014 Entitlement Princess Of The Month.