I’ve been threatening to write this for a while:
…unlike most every woman I’ve ever met who wasn’t a nun, I’ve never had a “Prince Charming retirement plan.”
(Ladies: That “investment” is the only one in which “interest” does not “compound” with the passage of time.)
I always assumed I’d have to earn my own money, and not through any of the more decorative female professions, either. Certainly ending up as a “trophy wife” was never a realistic goal. (More like “consolation prize.” Or—in the case of my still somewhat flabbergasting marriage to a man more attractive than I am—“participant.”)
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(This much estrogen is unheard of over at Taki’s, and will create an allergic reaction in the comments, so I’ll be avoiding them.)
