How the fuck is this a political/economical manifesto? It's a blatant self-insert romantic fantasy for women. A flawless bitch asking "Where have all the good men gone?" and then finding the flawless man, perfect for her. Through homewrecking none the less.
Do people that follow this irl think of themselves as the Hank Readens and Franciso D'assholes of the world? They are more likely to be the James Taggards. At this point I am waiting for John Galt to make the characters ask themselves some questions, to shake their perfect confidence a little bit. That is the only reason why I am still reading, but I doubt it will actually happen.