Girl, that charming career academic will suck you dry
WHEN it comes to some of the roles that men and women must perform in relationships, there is a huge difference when it comes to men who are scrubs and men born without the crucial Gene P.
You see, a scrub, as I have always maintained, is often a con artist cloaked in a lot of love charms.
There are many instances where they can be rehabilitated. In other cases, the scrub will, for instance, be going out with Lebo, the provider, in order to provide for his real swidi lomkhuhlane (darling), Dineo. So, the scrub will take money from Lebo to charm Dineo.
Now, men born with high deficiency levels of the Gene P, which is the provider instinct that has seen men from the Neanderthal era running out of their caves to hunt rabbits to bring home to feed their families, expect women to simply take care of them.
In this gene pool of useless men, there is a particularly unique breed called the career academics. These men literally hide behind piles of books and newspapers so that their women would work for them and pay their bills as they study their whole lifetime.
This is the man who, at 43 years of age, is still chasing after a second masters degree but has never held down a proper job to enable him to pay a note every month on rent, rates and electricity, let alone afford to buy his packet of cigarettes or glass of red wine.
When it comes to his intellectual prowess, the man can develop a reputation as a giant. After all he spends hours in his study doing countless research on any topic under the sun. Call it his occupation if you will, but the hours he spends pouring over books make him a hit with dinner-table conversations, allowing him to spew his opinions on anything from the negative effects of vaping, the thrill of space travel, to the fascinating history of the Seshoeshoe print. These views turn him into a centre of attention, an intellectual star.
This kind of man subscribes to esteemed publications such as Readers Digest,
New York Times and Chimurenga. All these titles are delivered to his door without him paying a cent and he never o notices when the cover price of each goes up since his women always pay.
The career academic is always caught in that bad joke where he will tell all and sundry how he used to be number one in his class compared to more successful men around him.
“What you don’t know about that millionaire is that he was a moegoe during our time at school,” he would say. “Don’t be fooled that he is such a successful businessman today. I used to help him out with his mathematics.”
He would find any opportunity to try and dismiss his former classmates who were average performers in their youth.
What is also notable about the career academic is that, because he feels entitled that his woman should work for him, he would deliberately date under his station.
The poor checkout counter girl will be forced to add two more jobs – waitressing and cleaning toilets at the local old age home – so she could not only have enough money to pay for his endless tuition fees, but also make extra to take care of his other “sophisticated” needs.
When he dates women who cannot challenge him, he knows he will be treated like a king of the castle in a house where, ironically, he does not make any contribution.
Unfortunately for him, if he is married or stays with a woman whose head is tightly screwed onto her head, the career academic would usually get divorced or kicked out less than three years into the relationship. That is when his wife or partner suddenly catches on that Mr Lazy Bones can rather go spew his highfalutin theories on the street kerb.
“That millionaire was a moegoe during our time at school