The Torturer called in sick yesterday so I got a day off of PT. Yay for me! It is such a great mental health break to not go there once in awhile. I had no plans because I didn't know I was going to get a day off. Being hopelessly behind on chores and errands I decided to be productive and try to get caught up. I threw a load of laundry in and got busy. First, I made some banana bread for TR and and got it off in the mail. I had promised her I would bake for her sometime soon.
Another thing that needed immediate attention were my feet. I know, I know, I was just talking about saving money yesterday. Did I really considering spending money on something as frivolous as a pedicure?
Well, yes, I did. This is what I have to say about pedicures. Show me a woman who can cut and file her own toenails without using her dominant arm/hand. She doesn't exist. I can no more cut my own nails with my left hand than I would be able to do a handstand with just my left hand. I could ask Briefcase to cut my toenails, but he would decapitate my toes. For God's sake, the man can't even use a bread knife correctly. There is no way I'm letting him near my toes with nail clippers.
So off I went to a local salon. The salon is in the same center as the Money Town Starbucks and I went there because it is close and convenient. They put rose petals in the warm water with your feet. (So your toes smell good?) Nothing like rose petal flavored toes. No one really speaks any English so there's a lot of communicating by pointing and wild hand gestures. The people who work there can always clearly enunciate how much you owe them when it's time to leave, however.
The place was filled to the brim with Money Town women. They were getting all sorts of treatments. I suppose it would be nice to get treatments, but I was really happy to settle for having my claws toenails clipped. I was kind of an outcast there. I don't live in Money Town, I don't look like a Money Town woman, I don't dress like one and oh yes, I'm not rich either. It's strange how all those details line up in sequence like they do.
Most of the Money Town women make a career out of themselves. They are focused only on things pertaining to their look, their body, their universe. They have personal trainers to perfect their bodies. When that doesn't work they have plastic surgeons. And dermatologists for injections of botox and collagen and restylane, etc., etc.
These women are walking trophies. Each one bears a strong resemblance to a Barbie doll. Perky breasts, full lips, no wrinkles, designer labels on their clothes, shoes, and purses. They spend their days hopping in and out of their luxury cars. They alternate spending time with their trainers and personal shoppers, and spending time at spas and salons for "treatments." It's a full time job being that self-involved.
One Money Town lady told me, "This is what I do all day. What else would I do?" She commented that pretty much every day is the same. She said she has nothing new to report to her husband each evening when he gets home from work. She is very pretty, of course. Anything less would not be acceptable. She said she and her husband really have nothing to say to each other. She also confided they never have sex.
Is it just me, or does this seem sad to anyone else? What a waste of a life. Or, in the case of Money Town, a waste of a lot of lives.
And isn't the point of having a trophy wife to have sex with Barbie? Or is it just to make other people think you are having sex with Barbie?
If I were a man I would be so bored with a trophy wife. Wouldn't a man much rather have someone like me? Someone who calls them and announces, "I'm a moron!" on a regular basis? Then they would get to experience the anticipation of wondering what insane thing their spouse has done this time.
Money Men must like trophy wives because they all have them. They have Barbie on their arm and I guess that's what's important to a Money Town man? I completely don't get it from the man's perspective. I really don't. Wouldn't it be more interesting to have a partner at your side who focuses on other things outside of how they look, what they have, or the impression everyone else has of them?
I'm not saying it isn't important to feel attracted to your partner. I don't expect every Money Town man to have a Barbie partner like this one.
It just seems that there should be more to life than a preoccupation with one's self.