The Vagaries of Romance and Depreciating Assets

This is an old one, perhaps before  Tinder and other dating apps had hit the market and made it easy for casual sex without commitment or relationships with commitment.

Now, I understand that nobody would want to marry a loser, or someone on a low income.

I wouldn't marry someone covered in tattoos, who does drugs, and now after a lifetime of experience, someone who isn't sexually motivated.

But hey, my well-qualified wife married me when I had no marketable qualifications. She married me for love, that abstract condition that everyone talks about, but none of us really knows much about.

My wife wasn't a gold-digger, but she obviously had an innate feeling that I was a person who would come good. 

And I did. I always provided for my family and improved my qualifications and status as married life progressed.

I believe I've been a good husband and a good father, but I never earned $500,000 per year. Our combined incomes never came close.

We've had a good life, cared for our kids and retired in a sound financial position while earning much less than half a million annually.

So, what is it really that this woman wants?

My guess is that it wasn't really some self-describing "spectacularly beautiful 25 year old" who wrote this, but a single guy on much less a salary who was pissed off at a woman or women generally who only wanted wealthy partners.

We'll never know the truth, but I thought the answer by the Investment Banker was excellent.

As Sir Winston Churchill is said to have responded to a woman who called him a "drunkard", "In the morning madam, I'll be sober, but you'll still be fat and ugly."

Maybe the 25 year old who wrote this article will be, "far less attractive, single and broke" within a few decades. Life has a habit of levelling the playing field doesn't it?

Robin

Is it picking or shaking grapes?

Earlier this week, wife Christina and I were invited to see a grape picking machine at work on a friend's vineyard. It was a new experience for both of us.

You see, we've only lived in grape country for just over three years and although I've contributed a significant amount of money to the wine industries over the past 50 years or so, I've never seen under the bonnet, so to speak.

But this night was different. We gathered at our friend's vineyard around 7 pm, just before darkness set in and watched the monster roll up and stop just in front of the first row of grapes. In the next row to the right, there was a tractor towing a hopper that has the amazing ability to raise itself to tip truck height so it can tip its load into a semi-trailer.

When the yellow monster starts, plastic "blades" (for want of a better word) move up and down and shake the grapes off the vine after which they are sucked up into a funnel that spits them out into the back of the hopper.

Incredibly, the non-fruit part of the vines, although scratched a little, are still intact and these have to be trimmed off by hand later.

The hopper carries a couple of tonnes of grapes and when full, transports them to the semi-trailer and tips them into the back.

I've always had a great respect for those people, much smarter than me, who make these types of machines - mechanical engineers. As I pondered the design of the machine, I couldn't help but wonder how many grape vines were destroyed trying to get the prototype working. Trial and error is always the way with new machines.

Apparently all the grapes in the Barossa Valley are shiraz grapes. They tend to be a bit smaller than those you buy in supermarkets. 

They are picked during the evening when it is cooler since the grapes are a bit harder and less likely to be damaged. Warm, soft grapes can split and lose their juice,

Next year, every time I open a bottle of red wine, at the back of my mind, I'll be wondering whether the grapes I saw picked on this evening helped to make the bottle I'm drinking. Statistically, the probability is probably less than zero, but I'll still think it. Wouldn't you?

Robin

Academia - Improving the world two words at a time

I used to be astonished at some of the nonsense that came from the Left-Wing, culture change, climate emergency, Alphabet people morons, but of late, I no longer become astonished, I simply accept that some of humanity is stark, raving, fucking mad. Like this lot.

Unfortunately, the academics that push this errant nonsense are those who are teaching our young people, the future leaders of our country.

We'll finish up with a country full of progressive morons who've let nutters tell them what to write and speak.

Everyone on the planet with half a brain knows that women are the gestational parents, that men are the non-gestational parents. But why the hell do we have to spell it out? Why can't we use "mother" and "father" like we have for most of the time the English language has existed?

How do the tenured, intelligence-challenged academics who dream up this nonsense think changing our language will solve poverty, homelessness, overpopulation in some parts, crime, shortages of food from global cooling, and the many other challenges facing humanity?

Maybe they don't think, which is why they come up with this nonsense.

Robin

Increasing wokeness leads to new jobs

When I saw this advertisement on a social media screen, I wondered what in hell a diversity and inclusion specialist does.

I have a background in human resources management and when I was working, we had the politically correct "equal opportunity", "inclusion" and other progressive woke-words thrust upon us.

Where I worked, for the Australian Government, it meant bending over backwards to find Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander employees, but we usually ended up with Caucasian/Aborigines, many of whom had had a "white" upbringing and weren't by any measures disadvantaged. The truth was, most of the real disadvantaged people had limited education and weren't work ready.

But we had targets and targets have to be met.

The real black people were said to be disadvantaged. Billions of dollars annually were spent trying to "close the gap", but after many decades, differences still exist. To close the gap, the people for whom the term is used need to do something to help themselves, but few did, despite the cornucopia of opportunities available to them.

Most of the "indigenous" taking up the opportunities to this day are "white Aborigines". Want someone to pay for your university course - call on the Australian Government. 

So, when British Aerospace Engineering Systems hires its Diversity and Inclusion specialist, what will they do?

Will they spend their time making sure they have a blend of Alphabet people in as many of their business units as possible? Will the concept of the best person for the job be eroded by, "Oh, we need a Sudanese moslem in that position."

All I can say is thank goodness I've done my 51 years of work and I don't have to put up with this bullshit anymore.

Robin