I do think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Why make so much fuss about career-oriented women? Look, men don't care about women's intellectual capacity. In an ideal scenario for a man, which would be one of financial security, what's coveted is a hot body that's shaped like a coke bottle, or an hour glass, that comes with big breasts, preferably with silicone implants, and a nice tight butt that can make one's eyes pop right out of the sockets. This subject has been beaten to death. The consensus basically, from all the research papers I have read on this issue, seems to be that while women seem to go for the wallet and the security, men go for the beauty. Judging from your fortune # 7 vs fortune #1 example, you probably think that someone in the fortune #15 will stand virtually no chance vis a vis fortune #1. That is probably true, but what you should realize is that a male who's making a lot of money would not want an ugly woman with brains; he is more than likely to find himself a beautiful woman who may even be dumber than a suitcase of rocks. For example, consider Howard Stern. He divorced his wife of 20 some years--his college sweetheart-- only to date a supermodel countless years younger than him. And how about Hugh Heffner? The ugly hombre is leading a pretty hedonistic lifestyle, what with all the playboy pets he can get his hands on. And Larry Flynt pulls no punches either. Now, I do confess that there are some folks out there who really do stick with their highschool sweethearts and what have you through thick and thin. These folks are pretty rare. Of all people, Salman Rushdie, the balding curmudgeon, is dating a hot Indian broad. Ravi Shankar cheated on his wife and got it on with some White woman, only to produce the very sultry Norah Jones( and I must say I'm quite thankful for that philandering decision of his). As far as the rest of us middle class are concerned, I say the difference is minimal at best. If you're middle class, then you're not much different from a middle class female who's just a notch or two above you. The really, really smart females really, really have a hard time finding their soul mates. Condoleeza Rice will die like she was born if you ask me. And what about Harriet Myers? The conclusion basically is that being supersmart is a curse for a woman. You and I know that they would happily trade brains for beauty if God gave them the power to do so. Why would Elizazabeth Hurley marry a fugly Indian businessman were it not for the money. Girls want diamonds, peals and necklaces. They are gold-diggers by nature. There is nothing wrong with being a gold-digger, because that is the genetic predilection of women in the first place.