I was going to talk about Rob Ford, but I'll talk about this instead.

So yesterday I read a piece in the Province (full disclaimer: I do not read the Province newspaper, I only clicked on it because of the title "Wedding Rings Are Chick Magnets") by Urban Cowgirl.
God. Where to even begin?
First of all: you're welcome, Urban Cowgirl, for any additional readership that this might give to your site because it's really not my intent to send any readers your way.
Okay, so I'll start with one of your first claims, that "Whatever the reason, it seems as though married men are having a much easier go at meeting women these days".
Wow! Broad sweeping statement as evidenced by the poll that you took of a huge swath of married men in the Vancouver area as to whether they thought it was easier to meet women "these days" compared to, oh... say, days of yore.
Your claim is based on your husband's interpretation of his female client's reaction to him being married, plus a run in with what was no doubt a hot waiter in Kits. Conclusive! Confirmation bias says what now?
Then you open, in the fourth paragraph, with "What the fuck gives, ladies?". What what what?
You infer it's because because women "don't have to put it on for married men" like they would for single guys? Are you serious?
I know your mention of your non-traditional wedding ring is supposed to make us ladies swoon at the thought that you likely threw a DIY, green, unconventional wedding and you wore your grandmother's dress and instead of gifts you asked all the attendees to contribute towards building a school for girls in Afghanistan (which is totally what I would do), but you're missing the point by a mile here.
Because you're married, you assume everyone wants to also be married.
Because someone is single, you assume that she wants to be in a relationship.
And from there you deduce that women can relax more around married men because, well - golly shucks! - they're married.
Per Wikipedia "Alfred Kinsey found in his studies that 50% of males and 26% of females had extramarital sex at least once during their lifetime".
Granted, I might be tackling this fluff piece with more vigour than I ought to, but I guess I just take issue with the "What the fuck gives, ladies?" comment.
If you see something that you don't understand, you should probably investigate it further instead of relying on your interaction with your waiter and your husband's interactions with his clients as some sort of proven theory.
But I get that I'm not getting paid to write some Carrie Bradshaw rip-off column so the proof is in the paycheque. I get paid to do accounting, and everyone knows that accountants are the most boring people.
Regardless, let's return to the argument at hand which is, apparently "What the fuck gives, ladies?".
Women like married men because they are NSA. Indeed, they are safe because they're likely not looking to leave their wives or rock the boat.
The tragic single girls that you see chatting with the married men know the men in question are married. Do you think that those women are sitting there, desperate, sipping on their overpriced Pinot Grigio and wondering how to wrest the man in front of them away from his wife? That seems like an awful lot of work to strike up a relationship, so likely that's not why the conversation is continuing. It's more that these women don't want a relationship or even marriage (at least right now). They want hot, discrete sex that doesn't come replete with drunken 2am booty calls or having to show up at some dull corporate Christmas party. Someone else gets to deal with him in a bad mood when he comes home from work. Someone else's eyes glaze over when he recounts his road-rage story or his recount of his squash session over lunch.
I'd like to think that most women in Vancouver aren't dumb enough to attempt to "date" a married man. It's not a dating strategy: it's just that they don't want your particular lifestyle right now.
And hey, if guys want to start rocking a ring on "that finger" in a bid to get women to flock to them? All the better because at least there isn't some wife sitting at home, twisting her non-traditional ring on her finger and wondering just how late her husband's dinner with that hard-to-impress out of town client is going to run.
The long and short of it is that Rob Ford's a right bastard.