When I meet people and they try to hook me up with whatever single mother, recovering drug addict, or perenially single obese friend, I talk about "androids" as my top choice for a marriage companion. Originally it was joking, as in I wouldn't find a companion worth risking my life on until science has left me in the grave, until these dolls came around.
There is something primal, deep seated, and reactionary about how women respond to the idea of a guy forgoing their kind altogether and going for a robot. Even if you're joking, it seems to touch a real nerve in there, as if their whole ponzi scheme will be upended if someone tries out a doll and says "aw shit dude, why was I wasting so much effort dating? This is 80% of the satisfaction with none of the risk or work."
I forsee lots more of these spinsters, self-styled sexperts, eternal college student lefties and the like banding together to fight all these terrible machines. They'll say only perverts want them, that all the customers are pedos looking for a kiddie doll to practice on, that they all have torture fetishes that will be empowered by this. Maybe they'll bring back that "dolls need to be programmed to demand and receive consent prior to copulation".
Logically, women should be pumped, because the guys who go for dolls probably aren't in the desireable portion of their dating pool anyway. Who cares if the guy who should be managing the blockbuster franchise down the street has a doll? He wasn't on your radar. But there's that worry that he won't be the only one.
That nagging feeling in the back of her head as she sees a picture she was tagged in, one she didn't notice in time to suck in her paunch and push out her chest while holding her chin out in that perfect angle. That little voice worrying that even if she doesn't get into her first choice of hubby, her 'safety school' nerd friend isn't even gonna chase her now that he's got that robot.
Maybe I'm the outlier, but I've worked with dudes who travel non-stop and spend a lot of time away from home. They almost all get cheated on or tossed out by their gf/wives. I've met a couple dudes who have these dolls at home because it helps get rid of that sexual urge and it's easy on the eyes when they sit it on the couch next to them. (Or, as one dude does, put it in the back seat of your car to use the carpool lane, with limo tint on the rear it's totally normal) I knew an older dude who bought his after he lost interest in risking another divorce. He's in shape, has all his hair, is 55 and makes $20k/month in his "fun" job, and about $400k in his day job. He's a gold diggers' wet dream, and instead of risking a pregnancy scare he's pumping loads into a glob of silicone. A lifeless, soft body that can lie back and take a dick in silence.
It's sad to say, but that' is the competition that is so threatening to modern woman. They'll immediately snap with
"Oh will a doll do your laundry? Will it cook and clean? Will it welcome you home? Will it take care of your kids? HMMMM?" to which any guy who's met the modern woman can only say "Of course not, but you won't either."
In a time where just the simplest of relationship duties, talking about your day! - is backbreaking "emotional labor" tantamount to low-level abuse, just the simple act of lifeless starfish pose and allowing a titty squeeze is the silver bullet to ruin the entire female grift. It's depressing how far we've all fallen.