The thing about being a single scientist is that people are always helpfully pointing you toward romantic opportunities. I have PZMyers to thank for these prospects, from a NYT article on an objectivist dating site:
“[I am] short, stark, and mansome. You should contact me if you are a skinny woman. If your words are a meaningful progression of concepts rather than a series of vocalizations induced by your spinal cord for the purpose of complementing my tone of voice…”
“I consider myself to be a born-again egoist and I have dedicated the rest of my life to self-improvement. People see me as a socially inept loner because I tend to avoid superficial conversation but actually I love talking to people who like to think (the problem being I don’t know very many).”
“I am interested in meeting someone that truly embodies the values and virtues of Objectivism… But “other people” are secondary values no matter what, so finding someone is not a priority for me.”
I was going to make merciless fun of these guys, but then realized that it is Caturday, which reminded me that I already live with two persons who share most of these attitudes. Maybe all Objectivists really need to do to find love is wear fur coats, stop talking, and learn to purr.
