Lightly edited from FLOSI's post :
Eh, what can you really do? You start dating some rugged gym-going guy around 30-40 and all the parts are *as usual* nice and firm. They have their eyes on some pricey action figure, so you're making them run errands for you before getting laid pretty constantly due to their effort to seal the wedding ring deal and STILL keep their useless Arnold dolls. Years later you're married with massive eBay fines eating your cash flow, you've popped out a couple of kids and he's popped in a five-year old figure that sells for twenty times its original retail value, and you're happy going to the local Olive Garden with the girls to devise a scheme that will make you more attractive to your husbands than the latest battle-damaged HT Pred (which, by now there'd be like a hundred different ones)... it's their American dream, you hear us moan about it on the phone all the time.