Another quote from What Our Mothers Didn't Tell Us, this time on p. 72—shut up, I'm a slow reader—and again, without endorsement or criticism (yet):
My single male friends in their thirties complain about going on dates with women who spend the entire evening talking about themselves and analyzing themselves aloud. These women are no longer capable, it seems, of holding a conversation. They've become female versions of the eccentric bachelor [...] who are so set in their quirky habits, perverse likes and dislikes, and long-standing relationships with equally eccentric friends, that they cannot seriously involve themselves with anyone else. Instead [...] their problems now define their personalities; and without these problems, they wouldn't know who they are.
See here for the first quote from the book.
