My Gran used to tell me that if I study very hard and work honestly I'll achieve success and money. Turns out she wasn't right after all. While I wasted my youth with books, studying Maths and Computer Science and staying overnight at work to finish one project or another I cannot count myself especially rich or successful. Seems, other girls had better ideas how to achieve their goals - boob jobs, make-up and why not marry an NBA or NFL star? Both Kardashian sisters mastered this action, while I mastered a programming language or two and still don't know how to use eyeliner.
But you don't have to bind yourself for life! You can marry a very rich superstar, then divorce him and demand half of his money (see: McCartney, Paul). Or have sex with one and wait - if you turn to be pregnant - girl you earned your living for next 18 years! Sue him for child support (see: Bosh, Chris; Iguodala, Andre). You're not pregnant? That bastard must have raped you (see: Bryant, Kobe; Roethlisberger, Ben)! To court with him!
To be honest about that, things like that upset me a little bit - not because I married a 'next door guy' - but they violate the respect of male sports fans towards my gender. More often than not my wearing basketball jerseys in public raised some eyebrows. Recently one of my hubby's friends commented that I 'must be fond of staring at half-naked man'. Somebody on Twitter informed me that 'white women are gold-diggers'. Priceless.
I don't fit in this description. I don't believe any girl I follow on Twitter fits this description, either. I rest my case.
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