Written words possess an inherent lack of inflection. So let me state this directly and dispassionately. My bullshit meter - for what she's saying - is legitimately not beeping at all.
There's an honesty here - incomplete, but more here than not.
Of course I'm also projecting. If I were an artistic genius millionaire whose job it was to travel from city to city and not stay long, it would be one of my goals to impregnate as many middle-to-upper class 19-23-year-old women as I could. Hell, maybe even some progressives and other blue-haired cognitive lowborns - just to give my genes a challenge! Sure, some of my offspring wouldn't make it, but by diversifying their locations and mothers, I could make use of both natural and random selection to maximize my chance of healthy, smart, successful offspring without raising them myself. I'd continue to visit them and support them financially, though. I can really only devote my home time to one woman, which I would happily. But one family does not provide enough children for a narcissistic psychopath like myself.