Listening to the misogynist viewpoints, and all of the kvetching and whining about "coerced marriage" and young woman "dreamkillers", I feel like I am in a bar with a bunch of angry, lonely men in their 40s and 50s, all stuck in dead-end jobs they hate.
Let's face it -- no-one on here is a real "rock star" (unless I'm mistaken), so if you're playing music, you're playing for fun. If you're playing for fun, that's great, you have something to do with your life (i.e., a "hobby").
On the other hand, a "hobby" is not quite as spiritually fulfilling as a relationship (marriage or no), is it?
Well, news flash, all you lonely bachelors -- somewhere along the line, you chose between an avocation and a mate. And the consequences of that choice are not the fault of all those "psychos" and "dreamkillers" you met along the way.
Cuddle up with that five-string or that $6,000 boutique model with the bubinga, 'cause I hear it's going to be cold for a while. Maybe for the rest of your lives . . .