Henry the VIII set a pretty untouchable standard for serial divorce, and it can all be blamed on having a bunch of daughters. And thousands of years later (or 463 or so; who's counting?), the saga continues.
Per Salon.com, researchers have found an interesting correlation (please remember that correlations do not equal causation) between divorce and daughters. The research states that having a daughter gives you a five percent greater chance of getting divorced than having a son, and that percentage just keeps on increasing with each little Pink bundle of estrogen that the wife passes through her baby-maker. Am I Doomed To Get A Divorce?
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One of the theories is that, since women are the primary initiators of divorce, they feel better about ditching their husbands if he has a lady in the house to take care of him. Specious? You betcha!
If we're operating in '70s, '80s and '90s sitcom territory (and when are we not?), the answer would be that daughters are stressful. At some point, you have to worry about your daughter having sex and, evidently, that really stresses out dads. Throw in the possibility that a daughter will most probably rebel by having sex with a man who belongs to a religion, ethnicity, occupation or political party the father finds distasteful, and the possibilities for a parenting-related ulcer skyrocket. Sure, sons may roll the family Volkswagen or get hooked on Sizzurp, but he isn't going to come home pregnant with the child of a 21-year-old young man from just south of Mobile ("Papa woulda shot him if he'd knew what he what he done.")
And finally, combining both theories, it seems that an Elektra complex might be in play here. Having both a doting father and a daughter who's gunning for queen bee can be pretty stressful on a couple. Using A Hitman On Your Spouse To Be Extra Illegal
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In order to test these theories, I checked in with a buddy who has three daughters under the age of 3. I told him about the numbers and the theories and he got a distant look in his eyes, spit out a stream of tobacco (even though he wasn't chewing any) and walked off without saying a word. I'm not sure what that meant, but I think I saw a tear roll out of his eye like Iron Eyes Cody.