wrand starts off very well in an essay about whether men fear commitment, and concludes that it’s only American women who cause commitment phobia in men:

I know of several men who are committed to their marriages. They have all been married more than ten years, and they all have several children (by the same wife) whom they love and support in the home. Significantly, these men all have foreign wives from Canada, Costa Rica, and Colombia. Two of these couples live in the United States; the others live in South America. They are all happy; I have never heard any of the men say a word of complaint about their wives (by contrast, in recent years, I haven’t met a man married to a United States feminist who hasn’t complained about his wife). In fact, I can see for myself that those foreign wives are sweet, loving, and loyal to their husbands and also that they are just as beautiful after having four children as they were in their wedding pictures.

Perhaps we have arrived at the crux of the problem. “Men are afraid of making commitments,” American women claim. I have twice seen American men visiting Colombia make lifelong commitments of marriage to Latin women they had known for only two weeks. But Colombian women have a reputation for honesty, stability, fidelity, sex appeal, sex drive and for treating their husbands well. A man evaluating a commitment can look at an experienced doctor, lawyer, professional athlete or married man, balance the pros and cons honestly and make a decision.

That same man can look at Thai, Colombian, Peruvian, Filipina, Mexican or Canadian women who have been married for ten or so years (and/or talk with their husbands), and he can see how they treat their husbands and how they take care of themselves; then he can confidently make a decision about a commitment to the young foreign woman he loves. That’s how people make commitments: they weigh the potential rewards or moral necessity of the venture against the pros and cons of attempting it. Then they commit, or they don’t.

There is one very serious error in that last paragraph: it only applies to American men in America. I’ve lived in Singapore for a decent part of my life, where it is very common to find expatriate men settling down with Thai, Philippine  or Chinese women. After all, when you’re on an international posting in one of the most straight-laced cities in the world (which also happens to be my personal favourite place on Earth), and you’re dealing with a foreign culture, you tend to look for easy opportunities. That is exactly what Philippine women provide in Singapore, and throughout the rest of Southeast Asia- there is a reason, after all, why native Singaporeans tend to view women from the Philippines as promiscuous. While the stories are largely anecdotal, tales of Philippine women coming to Singapore, Hong Kong, and other well-heeled parts of Asia looking for men with green cards and Western passports are rife and well-known.

I cannot tell you how many times I have seen a successful corporate high-flyer in Singapore settle down with a sexy, tight-bodied Philippine or Thai woman, only to discover that she’s not exactly all that interesting outside the bedroom and is only concerned with material possessions and appearances. And that’s when trouble starts.

I remember very clearly the night that my sister was visited by two of her friends from school- two sisters accompanied by their mother, who dropped by for a barbeque at our place. It was a very enjoyable evening overall (my mother is a fantastic cook, and she is particularly good with grilled beef and chicken), but their mother was only capable of talking about dresses, jewelry, and calorie-counting. Her opinions on foreign travel bordered on the absurd- her verdict on India was something along the lines of “poor people, dirt, pollution, and corruption”. All of this happens to be true, but there is rather a lot more to India than that. I should know. I remember that my father very pointedly asked her where in the Philippines she was from; when she answered, “Manila”, I was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud. Manila, for those who have never been there, is one of the most depressing cities on Earth- a place where shining steel and concrete sit squarely amid some of the biggest and worst slums you have ever seen. In 30 years of corporate travel, my father has never had one kind word to say about Manila.

And when the divorce eventually came between the children’s Canadian father and Philippine mother, it didn’t surprise any of us. The two were so obviously mismatched in every way. My mother’s wry observation about Southeast Asian women marrying for money and not love was perhaps my first introduction to the Red Pill concept of female hypergamy, although I didn’t realise it at the time.

wrand redeems himself from this error of logic and evidence, though, in his last section:

The divorced men he knows have had everything they worked for (and committed themselves to) taken from them by their ex-wives, many of whom are “ex-wives” because of feminist oppression or cheating with other men. And, most unsettling, his instincts detect a level of selfish hostility beneath the veneer of kindness affected by his girlfriend, who additionally seems to have a lot of men around who are “just friends.”

Men are not afraid of making commitments—they are afraid of making a commitment to the wrong woman.

Damn straight. Every single man I know- self included- would not hesitate to settle down with the right woman. It’s not actually that selective a list of criteria either- someone who looks reasonably good, can cook and clean, has a warm and loving personality, and makes us feel like men.

Really, ladies, it’s not difficult. We don’t give a damn about your corporate citizenship awards, your time spent volunteering for charity, or the fun runs that you do. We don’t care how good a programmer you are, or how well you can execute a PowerPoint presentation. All we care about is how you make us feel when we’re around you. If you insist on making us feel like we’re hanging around with a particularly aggressive and annoying, yet physically weak and emotionally demanding, man who just happens to have breasts, do not then be surprised when we display a complete lack of interest in putting up with your crap.