Well, that lady sounds like a bitch that got what she deserved.
Personally, I strive to make enough to support myself without a man. I make decent money. I've dated guys that make less and I've dated guys that make more. Doesn't matter to me either way. As long as he's making enough to contribute and I'm not supporting him, I really don't care if my dude delivers pizzas for a living. But this argument really goes both ways.
I have one ex that made twice what I did at the time. I never asked him for a dime. I never needed help with my bills. However, when I quit my second job to go back to school (with his encouragement...and by encouragement, I mean never ending mission to make me feel stupid for not having a degree) and he wanted to go on all these expensive outings, I had to say to him: "I don't have the money to go to Block Island for the day. I litterally could not come up with $35 for the Ferry if I tried right now. If you'd like to take me, cool, but I can't pay for myself. I understand if you want to ask one of your friends instead." And from then on he looked at me like a gold digger. Even at lunch, he pretty much ordered the cheapest thing on the menu for me...and a water. He pretty much let me know that since he paid, we were going to do what HE wanted and spend the day on a moped even though I told him how petrified I was of them. Dick. He never fully believed that I liked him because he was funny and adorable, not because he drove a $30,000 car and made boatloads of money. If anything, the car worked against him.
I have another ex that never really held down a job...and never made more than me. I guess that made him feel inferior, because he would berate me any chance he got. When we were out of weed and I didn't have the cash to buy more all I heard was: "Oh, I guess you're no better off than me." or "What happened to all that big money you're making?" Well, asshole, it went to putting the gas that you used back in my car, buying you cigarettes, getting our last bag of weed and buying you take out because you refuse to let me cook for you.
Moral of the story: money is the root of all evil. It doesn't metter who is making more or if you make exactly the same. Everyone looks at money differently and everybody has different ideas about how it should be spent.