The feminist movement of the 1970s culminated with many advances. Under the leadership of women such as Bella Abzug, Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem, women's issues recieved national attention. Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 prohibited discrimination based on sex. Roe v. Wade legalized abortion. Salary discrepancies between men and women decreased as more women entered the work force. All these milestones helped pave the way for today's deadbeat boyfriend.
Before the wage gap narrowed, a successful deadbeat needed a woman who worked two jobs to his none. In order to achieve this situation, the woman had to be pretty damn despondent. This sort of desperation required a face that could stop a truck. Deadbeats preferred to skim society rather than stare at ugliness.
But as feminist causes came to fruition, deadbeats discovered that women could afford to support two people rather than one. They could accomplish this feat with a single job. This meant tolerance for ugliness was no longer a deadbeat requirement. All he needed was a master plan.
Women didn't acquire financial independence by virtue of a free ride. The feminist movement provided new opportunities in education and in the corporation. Those of whom achieved success earned it by virtue of hard work. For the aspiring deadbeat, this meant that a woman most capable of supporting his sorry ass was most likely to spot in him the qualities of a loser. The successful deadbeat needed to hone enough resourcefulness to convince a successful woman to support him without actually accomplishing enough to be productive.
Deadbeats sell potential.
By virtue of their chosen profession, deadbeats have no life, no job and a liability known as a 1989 Honda Civic. Since they can't provide tangible contributions like rent payments, they must provide the possibility of future financial support. A large number of deadbeats pose as students or artists. Characteristic of their foray into either of these endeavors is the crushing arm of the "Man." Establishment resists an earthshattering undergraduate hypothesis developed over bong hits at a friend's house or it fails to understand the premise of untrained original art. A good deadbeat parallels his struggle with tales of history's lone geniuses. Society's oppressors take blame for deadbeat failure and provide excuses for attempting other endeavors.
Many deadbeats are incapable of gaining admittance to a college from which they can flunk out. Others lack enough artistic skill to produce "misunderstood" art. Those who aspire to deadbeat but lack the skills to be a poser, often take another strategy. They turn the satisfaction of basic human needs into a higher calling. Most people eat food in order to attain the nutrients of life. Inept deadbeats add an "ism" and make it a prescription for enlightenment. Vegans eat nothing but vegatables. But veganists practicing veganism have elevated stuffing food in their mouths to a philosophical discipline.
In order to successfully employ the enlightened lifestyle mooch, a deadbeat must have many traits. Most important, this leech has got to look good. When men and women meet, the second question she asks is this: "What do you do?" If his response is some bullshit thing like "activist" then he god damn better look good or she's ending that conversation immediately. To acquire and sustain rent-free living, the enlightened deadbeat will have to make some protest appearances. This sustains the illusion that he's fighting the good fight and provides him an opportunity to screw protest babes. But to sustain this lifestyle until age claims youth, a successful leech will have the next sugar mamma lined up in advance. Women don't put up with this shit forever....
