Fake Breasts and A Little Finesse
Gaudy jewelry, 24ct. diamonds, fake smiles, and cliché family portraits. Platinum blondes, silicon chests, botox injections, and a doll’s house. We all know these familiar terms, that fake, disgusting smell you get when you walk into their houses-and no I’m not talking about the smell of bile that lingers after each meal. I’m talking about trophy wives and their rich husbands. Yes, just sit there and look pretty, don’t try to think; you’ll hurt yourself.
What happened to a mutual relationship? Where the brains was equivalent to the man and the woman combined? What happened to your wife being your best friend, someone who’s intelligence matched your own and you didn’t feel like you were talking to a child who had your favorite toy between their legs and on their chest? This idea is gone; rich men, especially the older ones want something they can show off. They have the nice cars, big houses, bleach white teeth, so what’s next? How about a nice trophy wife? Someone you can show off without having the capability to make any adequate decisions, a pet.
Give her a little spending money each week, and maybe some freedom-be careful, not too much! You don’t want her to have a mind of her own!
Now, it may seem that I am degrading men to nothing more than primitive creatures (which most of the time we do ourselves without any help), but women let this happen, they love it. They love not having to think, to have someone buy them whatever shiny object they want-and all they have to do is have sex with him once a month.
I’m not saying all women are like this, but all rich men aren’t this shallow either. Doesn’t it sound nice to have that much attention though? I’d do it if I was a women.
What happened to a mutual relationship? Where the brains was equivalent to the man and the woman combined? What happened to your wife being your best friend, someone who’s intelligence matched your own and you didn’t feel like you were talking to a child who had your favorite toy between their legs and on their chest? This idea is gone; rich men, especially the older ones want something they can show off. They have the nice cars, big houses, bleach white teeth, so what’s next? How about a nice trophy wife? Someone you can show off without having the capability to make any adequate decisions, a pet.
Give her a little spending money each week, and maybe some freedom-be careful, not too much! You don’t want her to have a mind of her own!
Now, it may seem that I am degrading men to nothing more than primitive creatures (which most of the time we do ourselves without any help), but women let this happen, they love it. They love not having to think, to have someone buy them whatever shiny object they want-and all they have to do is have sex with him once a month.
I’m not saying all women are like this, but all rich men aren’t this shallow either. Doesn’t it sound nice to have that much attention though? I’d do it if I was a women.