The Emily May Phenomenon

I don’t understand the Emily May phenomenon. She is a divorced mother, one of whose children is disabled. She’s a world-class nag who believes that she’s entitled to live like a little girl forever. She expects a man to be her servant. She feels very unfairly done by because of mental load. She dislikes sex and turned this into an enormous part of her public persona. She’s not terribly looking, but she’s not a ravishing beauty either, especially because she thinks that it’s below her dignity to make any efforts to look nice.

You’d think that there would be no takers for a nagging, permanently exhausted and permanently unhappy woman who isn’t offering any children of one’s own or any sex. You’d be wrong, though. Emily May is engaged to a very nice-looking firefighter who is apparently happy with her plastering her repulsion at the idea of having sex with him all over the internet. Why would a man agree to this? Is the shortage of women so bad? Ok, let’s say it is so bad. Why isn’t it better to remain single? How can it be worth it to come to work knowing that all of your buddies have spent the evening laughing at your fiancee’s social media posts where she explains how rarely she agrees to have sex with you?