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So you look around at your life. You've got no education, no money, no connections, no prospects, no manners, nothing to advance in life. Can you allocate capital like Warren Buffett or Abby Joseph Cohen? No. Can you give wise counsel, like Dr. Drew? No. Can you run the 100 meters in less than 10 seconds, like Flo Jo? No.
You've got a pair of mammary glands that men seem to like and you know how to put on a sexy attitude and a million dollar smile. So you go try out for Playboy, and they like you, they really like you, and when they put you in the magazine you turn it into a modeling career, because you didn't want to end up a chain smoking old waitress in Mexia, Texas.
You marry a wealthy old man whom you met in a strip club. You do the things they tell you you have to do to keep getting work - all the plastic surgery, all the drugs and parties, whatever everyone else is doing. You become wealthy and have a little success in your life.
What do you get for it? You get mocked for the way you allocate your capital, for the way you don't know wisdom from foolishness, for the way you've chopped up your body, for the way you married into money. Your kid commits suicide and dies practically in your arms.
All this because you didn't want to end up as a waitress in Mexia, Texas and you didn't have any other way out. Now everyone piles on to tell me how she deserved it.
I feel sorry for the woman. I feel sorry for what she had to go through and I'm disgusted at what she has to go through now. Recquiescat in pace, Ms. Smith. You earned it.
posted by ikkyu2 at 4:46 PM PST on February 8
You've got a pair of mammary glands that men seem to like and you know how to put on a sexy attitude and a million dollar smile. So you go try out for Playboy, and they like you, they really like you, and when they put you in the magazine you turn it into a modeling career, because you didn't want to end up a chain smoking old waitress in Mexia, Texas.
You marry a wealthy old man whom you met in a strip club. You do the things they tell you you have to do to keep getting work - all the plastic surgery, all the drugs and parties, whatever everyone else is doing. You become wealthy and have a little success in your life.
What do you get for it? You get mocked for the way you allocate your capital, for the way you don't know wisdom from foolishness, for the way you've chopped up your body, for the way you married into money. Your kid commits suicide and dies practically in your arms.
All this because you didn't want to end up as a waitress in Mexia, Texas and you didn't have any other way out. Now everyone piles on to tell me how she deserved it.
I feel sorry for the woman. I feel sorry for what she had to go through and I'm disgusted at what she has to go through now. Recquiescat in pace, Ms. Smith. You earned it.
posted by ikkyu2 at 4:46 PM PST on February 8