The first time I heard the quote, I thought she was being incredibly snarky.
Say you ask about my marriage; and say I start ranting about how there’s two types of guys: most men, I say, are losers — you know, like in that GUYS AND DOLLS song, where they don’t really have money left for themselves, since their wives call the shots and blow hard-earned cash on frivolities? — but I know a few men who are happy and have lots of money left over after spending it however they please. My brother! My brother never got married: he doesn’t have a wife who (a) doesn’t have a job, but (b) sure as hell has expensive tastes, and his wallet. No, he’s got it made.
I pause just long enough to knick back some cheap whiskey, and then sum up with a bitter look on my face: you ever hear about a man in possession of a good fortune, you can bet that he sure as hell lacks a wife.
Now, from a man, that’d be sad; but from a woman, it’d be downright disturbing.