Conversation between me and my career

Me: Wilt thou, fair maiden, go my way?
Wilt thou agree to clasp my hand,
lead me out of the mire of despondency
and the swamp of middle-class mentality?
I pledge thee my troth,
abandon all hopes of love
sign on the dotted line that
asks me to give up on my social life.
What sayest thou ?

Career: Young lady, it is much that you ask
and too much lip from a lady too!
Knowest not thou that a man thou must be
to climb up this steep mountain ?
If not a man, then thou must be the fairest of all damsels
who can beguile all the male wayfarers.
If thou art neither, then what right hath thee
to ask so much of me?
Look around!
Varied is thy choice.
Thou canst be the artful courtesan or artless slut
bimbo receptionist or hard-working sales girl
Many low-level options open to you without doubt!
And if these too doth not please thy undeserving ambition,
then marry a man, serve him well
in bed and without
and you will fulfil your purpose of living, no doubt!