Not having been on the dating scene for, oh, 30 years, I didn't know that young women are consuming large quantities of red meat on dates to convince their companions they aren't salad-eating wusses. Is this true, or is it a figment of a New York Times style editor's vivid imagination? If it is true, it is a most welcome trend.

But what about us guys? My wife never allows me to eat a huge hunk of red meat in peace. "Will [our son] and I really want you around the next 30 years," she says, sticking a steak-knife-sharp stick of guilt right into my solar plexus.

The last quote of the piece reflects my situation perfectly:

"When a guy sits down and eats something fatty and big, you wonder if they eat like that all the time," said Brice Gaillard, a freelance design writer. "It crosses my mind they’ll probably die early."

I hope my wife doesn't read the Times this morning.