Here's pretty much how things go (for the men I see):
You go to university from high school and screw a bunch of women and then settle into a major that will sound good to chicks. Probably engineering or some kind of science or pre-med or pre-law. The chicks you have sex with feign impressiveness, although some will say "I want to be happy at my job", and will expain that they are majoring in sociology or psychology or womens' studies. Cool. But they will explain that women can do anything a man can do.
So then you meet your one-and-only, maybe in college, maybe a bit out of college. You found a job that's sort of in your field, but maybe not quite there yet. She either majored in sociology, or she works at K-Mart (watch out for the latter). You are her hero, though, and she knows that you can do it (read: you better friggin' produce, because I have a waiting list).
So then you get your big job. Pretty much in your major. You're the big cheese. Sometimes your company pays for a master's degree (also known as the "easy-breezy degree"), and your (in the meanwhile) housebound wife praises you for that. It means more money for the household. Not that she cares about money, though, at least not with regard to marrying, but certainly afterwards. Kind of. I mean it's just money.
Sometimes the wife gets pregnant, sometimes she doesn't nowdays. Doesn't matter either way, you are the hero and you can earn FAR more than a widdle girl like her, so you are designated the hero. And you get your badges. And stuff. Once she parks her butt on the sofa in life, it ain't getting up no more. You have realized that as the hero.
So now you are a big-time project manager for something or other in some kind of important place. Your wife brags about you, and sometimes inflates what you are (*giggle*). You get a bigger house, mostly at the prompting of your wife (she wants to show her sisters what she's achieved in life). You are usually working, but at outside functions that your wife has arranged, you can talk about "something you read in the paper" or some other fascinating topic. Your wife brags about the size of your house and the cars you have, and you just agree. Your company sent you somewhere once, so you can brag that you've seen the world, aside from the fact, of course, that you took a trip to Europe and saw 16 countries in 14 days (that's not even including transfer airports!).
And then you keep working and keep paying for your wife to watch Oprah, and you have plenty of parties at each big anniversary - if you don't get divorced. And then you retire and come into conflict with your wife, because she is used to you paying for everything without being around. But you come to an agreement, maybe you just have to go outside for 8 hours or so.
And then you die and leave your money to your wife.
I'm just chomping at the bit to live the usual life of some sap.