There’s no ‘top 10% of men” in love: so please stop repeating that rubbish

Do you seriously think I’d want to date Elon Musk?

Some men, my beloveds, but not all, seem to think that female romantic attraction is something that neatly fits into a diagram. It doesn’t. Some of my friends are married to such stupid men that I dread being left alone with them, not out of fear of violence, but out of sheer boredom. Other friends have such grotesquely ugly boyfriends that it was all I could do not to gasp aloud in horror. Others are in love with such alarming deadbeats that the idea of even washing their own underwear is overwhelming for them. Men I not only couldn’t possibly love myself, but recoil at the very idea of. Why? Because love, real love, is not a fucking graph. It’s personal. Messy. Grown out of cracks, wounds, warts, and geography.

Elon Musk is a really bloody good example of why your graph is wrong.

There’s a ton of reasons a woman might like or not like you: and none of them fit on your ‘10%’ graph

Now, indisputably, he’s super rich. Loaded. Women love that, you keep telling us, ad nauseum. So is he in the top 10%? Well, no. Obviously not. Because he looks like a beached whale carcass had a drunken encounter with a toupee store. And his personality is awful. He is oafish, unlikeable, ill-tempered, snide, petty and childish. I don’t think I could even have a coffee with him without pouring it over his…