Walking, Talking, Trophies

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?

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.

Bayview-barbie

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. 

Apparently not.   

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.

Fatbarbie 

It just seems that there should be more to life than a preoccupation with one's self.       

   

54 Responses to “Walking, Talking, Trophies”

  1. alntv

    Yeah…that last image? Kinda disturbing. In response to your question, YES! Most men DO want someone they can talk to and relax with. But I have a feeling in your neighborhood, it’s not about that. Your hood is more about the money and what the Jones’ are doing. Sex? Here’s my opinion on that…there’s a reason no one in Hollywood stays together anymore…because the “glamour” of sex really isn’t there. I would imagine most of the Hollywood starlets who most can’t imagine why they are alone, are alone for a reason…and it probably starts in the bedroom!

  2. alntv

    Yeah…that last image? Kinda disturbing. In response to your question, YES! Most men DO want someone they can talk to and relax with. But I have a feeling in your neighborhood, it’s not about that. Your hood is more about the money and what the Jones’ are doing. Sex? Here’s my opinion on that…there’s a reason no one in Hollywood stays together anymore…because the “glamour” of sex really isn’t there. I would imagine most of the Hollywood starlets who most can’t imagine why they are alone, are alone for a reason…and it probably starts in the bedroom!

  3. alntv

    Yeah…that last image? Kinda disturbing. In response to your question, YES! Most men DO want someone they can talk to and relax with. But I have a feeling in your neighborhood, it’s not about that. Your hood is more about the money and what the Jones’ are doing. Sex? Here’s my opinion on that…there’s a reason no one in Hollywood stays together anymore…because the “glamour” of sex really isn’t there. I would imagine most of the Hollywood starlets who most can’t imagine why they are alone, are alone for a reason…and it probably starts in the bedroom!

  4. vodkamom

    Well, at least your TOES are happy!!! We’re pedicure twins this week. 🙂
    (I can’t believe how some people live. I just can’t.)

  5. vodkamom

    Well, at least your TOES are happy!!! We’re pedicure twins this week. 🙂
    (I can’t believe how some people live. I just can’t.)

  6. vodkamom

    Well, at least your TOES are happy!!! We’re pedicure twins this week. 🙂
    (I can’t believe how some people live. I just can’t.)

  7. Lori

    Yeah, I don’t get it either. I have known a few men with trophy wives over the years and honestly each one of them were miserable. I have asked them why and most of them answer that their wife is a reflection of them…that if a guy has this beautiful trophy that is with him, it says a lot about him that “she” wants to be with him. So I take it that it builds their ego.
    These trophy wives were no more happy then their miserable husbands either…they looked good but they were miserable. Very high maintainance…very self consumned.
    And you are right, these people never have sex…that always blew me away because that is not the impression they give. I cannot imagine being in a relationship and not having sex…I think it does lead to divorce or at least to affairs. I love sex way too much to live without it…if I had a “trophy” husband I would want to have sex with him all the time…but then in thinking about it, if he was just “surface” beautiful and there was nothing deeper and his focus was just on himself, that would get fricken boring and not only that be a turn off. If what is inside is not beautiful too, then in time that would come out and take away from his looks. Plus if you add in there someone that looks great but they don’t ever want to have sex with you…that would be like being at the candy store and being told you can’t touch and you surely can’t ever taste it but you can look…how long would that last?

  8. Lori

    Yeah, I don’t get it either. I have known a few men with trophy wives over the years and honestly each one of them were miserable. I have asked them why and most of them answer that their wife is a reflection of them…that if a guy has this beautiful trophy that is with him, it says a lot about him that “she” wants to be with him. So I take it that it builds their ego.
    These trophy wives were no more happy then their miserable husbands either…they looked good but they were miserable. Very high maintainance…very self consumned.
    And you are right, these people never have sex…that always blew me away because that is not the impression they give. I cannot imagine being in a relationship and not having sex…I think it does lead to divorce or at least to affairs. I love sex way too much to live without it…if I had a “trophy” husband I would want to have sex with him all the time…but then in thinking about it, if he was just “surface” beautiful and there was nothing deeper and his focus was just on himself, that would get fricken boring and not only that be a turn off. If what is inside is not beautiful too, then in time that would come out and take away from his looks. Plus if you add in there someone that looks great but they don’t ever want to have sex with you…that would be like being at the candy store and being told you can’t touch and you surely can’t ever taste it but you can look…how long would that last?

  9. Lori

    Yeah, I don’t get it either. I have known a few men with trophy wives over the years and honestly each one of them were miserable. I have asked them why and most of them answer that their wife is a reflection of them…that if a guy has this beautiful trophy that is with him, it says a lot about him that “she” wants to be with him. So I take it that it builds their ego.
    These trophy wives were no more happy then their miserable husbands either…they looked good but they were miserable. Very high maintainance…very self consumned.
    And you are right, these people never have sex…that always blew me away because that is not the impression they give. I cannot imagine being in a relationship and not having sex…I think it does lead to divorce or at least to affairs. I love sex way too much to live without it…if I had a “trophy” husband I would want to have sex with him all the time…but then in thinking about it, if he was just “surface” beautiful and there was nothing deeper and his focus was just on himself, that would get fricken boring and not only that be a turn off. If what is inside is not beautiful too, then in time that would come out and take away from his looks. Plus if you add in there someone that looks great but they don’t ever want to have sex with you…that would be like being at the candy store and being told you can’t touch and you surely can’t ever taste it but you can look…how long would that last?

  10. CourtneyRyan369

    First of all – Pedicures are not frivolous. They are actually necessary. When I was building my budget, I tried to account for them in my “Entertainment” money and my mother said, “No, put them in with the ‘must be paid’ column.” If mom says so, it must be true! (or something)
    And I’m with you, I don’t understand trophy wives. I mean I get it, the guys want other guys to think they’re bumping uglies with the hotties…but really don’t they want to have a converstaion other than “What color polish did you get at the salon today?” I couldn’t be a trophy wife like that. Besides the fact that I am way to inclined to share what I think, etc. I’d be bored out of my skull more than I am normally. Not good for business.
    Enjoy your pedicures! Your toes look lovely.

  11. CourtneyRyan369

    First of all – Pedicures are not frivolous. They are actually necessary. When I was building my budget, I tried to account for them in my “Entertainment” money and my mother said, “No, put them in with the ‘must be paid’ column.” If mom says so, it must be true! (or something)
    And I’m with you, I don’t understand trophy wives. I mean I get it, the guys want other guys to think they’re bumping uglies with the hotties…but really don’t they want to have a converstaion other than “What color polish did you get at the salon today?” I couldn’t be a trophy wife like that. Besides the fact that I am way to inclined to share what I think, etc. I’d be bored out of my skull more than I am normally. Not good for business.
    Enjoy your pedicures! Your toes look lovely.

  12. CourtneyRyan369

    First of all – Pedicures are not frivolous. They are actually necessary. When I was building my budget, I tried to account for them in my “Entertainment” money and my mother said, “No, put them in with the ‘must be paid’ column.” If mom says so, it must be true! (or something)
    And I’m with you, I don’t understand trophy wives. I mean I get it, the guys want other guys to think they’re bumping uglies with the hotties…but really don’t they want to have a converstaion other than “What color polish did you get at the salon today?” I couldn’t be a trophy wife like that. Besides the fact that I am way to inclined to share what I think, etc. I’d be bored out of my skull more than I am normally. Not good for business.
    Enjoy your pedicures! Your toes look lovely.

  13. Kristan Hoffman

    Ditto what alntv said!
    But also, I’d guess that a lot — okay, at least SOME — Money Town women don’t start that way. But one thing leads to another (Seventeen mag, The Hills, living in Money Town) and suddenly they think that’s what they should be. And they lose a sense of who they are because they’re so busy being/becoming Barbie. And that’s not who these husbands originally married, so conversation and eventually sex go out the window.
    Do I think it’s sad? Heck yes.

  14. Kristan Hoffman

    Ditto what alntv said!
    But also, I’d guess that a lot — okay, at least SOME — Money Town women don’t start that way. But one thing leads to another (Seventeen mag, The Hills, living in Money Town) and suddenly they think that’s what they should be. And they lose a sense of who they are because they’re so busy being/becoming Barbie. And that’s not who these husbands originally married, so conversation and eventually sex go out the window.
    Do I think it’s sad? Heck yes.

  15. Kristan Hoffman

    Ditto what alntv said!
    But also, I’d guess that a lot — okay, at least SOME — Money Town women don’t start that way. But one thing leads to another (Seventeen mag, The Hills, living in Money Town) and suddenly they think that’s what they should be. And they lose a sense of who they are because they’re so busy being/becoming Barbie. And that’s not who these husbands originally married, so conversation and eventually sex go out the window.
    Do I think it’s sad? Heck yes.

  16. Heather

    Ewww. Very disturbing photo. I don’t get it either. I think trophy wives are just all about being married to someone with bucks. I doubt if love ever factors into these marriages.

  17. Heather

    Ewww. Very disturbing photo. I don’t get it either. I think trophy wives are just all about being married to someone with bucks. I doubt if love ever factors into these marriages.

  18. Heather

    Ewww. Very disturbing photo. I don’t get it either. I think trophy wives are just all about being married to someone with bucks. I doubt if love ever factors into these marriages.

  19. Lo

    uh.. that last image? eek. scared me! but hilarious nonetheless. this whole thing is a huge deal over here, too. i live outside of Chicago and trust me… the ‘northshore bunnies’ in Chi town are the same. they are SO VAPID and annoying adn honestly? are the main reason why i avoid certain areas of the city like the plague is festering there. i also stopped going to my hair salon for this reason- they drove me UP THE WALL. i literally was getting dumber just by listening to them during the time it took to get layers.
    that being said, one thing that sucks for me? i happen to be young, blonde, tan, and okay, i’m decent looking (please don’t kick me) and honestly, it sucks so much bc people mistake me for one of these women ALL. THE. TIME. it is SO FRUSTRATING to be talked down to bc i happen to drive a nice car(that i bought from a car auction at half the price)am somewhat attractive, am slim and young and married toa man who happens to own his own business and makes enough to be comfortable. so what, i have a juicy bag, i wear seven jeans and wear ugg boots and have a northface sweater but you know what? i am probably one of the snarkiest, bitchiest, sarcastic down-to-earth people out there. it sucks that people slap stereotypes onto others. bc the main thing my husband loves so much about me, and tells me all the time? is that im REAL. and i’m not afraid to be a moron. or act silly. or be a kid. i am ME and not plastic.
    sorry. i ranted. and rambled. but man, i just HATE being called ‘paris.’ (yes. i have pent-up aggression over that little gem right there)

  20. Lo

    uh.. that last image? eek. scared me! but hilarious nonetheless. this whole thing is a huge deal over here, too. i live outside of Chicago and trust me… the ‘northshore bunnies’ in Chi town are the same. they are SO VAPID and annoying adn honestly? are the main reason why i avoid certain areas of the city like the plague is festering there. i also stopped going to my hair salon for this reason- they drove me UP THE WALL. i literally was getting dumber just by listening to them during the time it took to get layers.
    that being said, one thing that sucks for me? i happen to be young, blonde, tan, and okay, i’m decent looking (please don’t kick me) and honestly, it sucks so much bc people mistake me for one of these women ALL. THE. TIME. it is SO FRUSTRATING to be talked down to bc i happen to drive a nice car(that i bought from a car auction at half the price)am somewhat attractive, am slim and young and married toa man who happens to own his own business and makes enough to be comfortable. so what, i have a juicy bag, i wear seven jeans and wear ugg boots and have a northface sweater but you know what? i am probably one of the snarkiest, bitchiest, sarcastic down-to-earth people out there. it sucks that people slap stereotypes onto others. bc the main thing my husband loves so much about me, and tells me all the time? is that im REAL. and i’m not afraid to be a moron. or act silly. or be a kid. i am ME and not plastic.
    sorry. i ranted. and rambled. but man, i just HATE being called ‘paris.’ (yes. i have pent-up aggression over that little gem right there)

  21. Lo

    uh.. that last image? eek. scared me! but hilarious nonetheless. this whole thing is a huge deal over here, too. i live outside of Chicago and trust me… the ‘northshore bunnies’ in Chi town are the same. they are SO VAPID and annoying adn honestly? are the main reason why i avoid certain areas of the city like the plague is festering there. i also stopped going to my hair salon for this reason- they drove me UP THE WALL. i literally was getting dumber just by listening to them during the time it took to get layers.
    that being said, one thing that sucks for me? i happen to be young, blonde, tan, and okay, i’m decent looking (please don’t kick me) and honestly, it sucks so much bc people mistake me for one of these women ALL. THE. TIME. it is SO FRUSTRATING to be talked down to bc i happen to drive a nice car(that i bought from a car auction at half the price)am somewhat attractive, am slim and young and married toa man who happens to own his own business and makes enough to be comfortable. so what, i have a juicy bag, i wear seven jeans and wear ugg boots and have a northface sweater but you know what? i am probably one of the snarkiest, bitchiest, sarcastic down-to-earth people out there. it sucks that people slap stereotypes onto others. bc the main thing my husband loves so much about me, and tells me all the time? is that im REAL. and i’m not afraid to be a moron. or act silly. or be a kid. i am ME and not plastic.
    sorry. i ranted. and rambled. but man, i just HATE being called ‘paris.’ (yes. i have pent-up aggression over that little gem right there)

  22. sometimessophia

    Nice looking toes. I think the trophy wives are getting the short end of the stick because the husband is too busy screwing the mistress. Maybe the wife reminds them too much of the difficult ascent to power, and resposibility that never ends. It’s much more fun to be engaged in secret sex with a disposable honey, and really good for the image as well. And, yes, it’s a sad existence for Barbie.

  23. sometimessophia

    Nice looking toes. I think the trophy wives are getting the short end of the stick because the husband is too busy screwing the mistress. Maybe the wife reminds them too much of the difficult ascent to power, and resposibility that never ends. It’s much more fun to be engaged in secret sex with a disposable honey, and really good for the image as well. And, yes, it’s a sad existence for Barbie.

  24. sometimessophia

    Nice looking toes. I think the trophy wives are getting the short end of the stick because the husband is too busy screwing the mistress. Maybe the wife reminds them too much of the difficult ascent to power, and resposibility that never ends. It’s much more fun to be engaged in secret sex with a disposable honey, and really good for the image as well. And, yes, it’s a sad existence for Barbie.

  25. goodfather

    OK, I agree with the ‘disturbing photo’ comments: WHERE ARE HER ARMS?! 😉
    If I became suddenly rich (I’m not rich), I would never trade in my wife on a trophy wife. Because she IS my trophy wife. I mean she’s beautiful in every way, and more importantly, my partner in the ways you described. BUT, if I were made in Money Town, or grew up that way, I don’t know. Isn’t it a Money Town cultural expectation to date and wed the trophy woman (think ‘Wedding Crashers’)? I like to think I would be immune to that influence as the awesome person I am :D.

  26. goodfather

    OK, I agree with the ‘disturbing photo’ comments: WHERE ARE HER ARMS?! 😉
    If I became suddenly rich (I’m not rich), I would never trade in my wife on a trophy wife. Because she IS my trophy wife. I mean she’s beautiful in every way, and more importantly, my partner in the ways you described. BUT, if I were made in Money Town, or grew up that way, I don’t know. Isn’t it a Money Town cultural expectation to date and wed the trophy woman (think ‘Wedding Crashers’)? I like to think I would be immune to that influence as the awesome person I am :D.

  27. goodfather

    OK, I agree with the ‘disturbing photo’ comments: WHERE ARE HER ARMS?! 😉
    If I became suddenly rich (I’m not rich), I would never trade in my wife on a trophy wife. Because she IS my trophy wife. I mean she’s beautiful in every way, and more importantly, my partner in the ways you described. BUT, if I were made in Money Town, or grew up that way, I don’t know. Isn’t it a Money Town cultural expectation to date and wed the trophy woman (think ‘Wedding Crashers’)? I like to think I would be immune to that influence as the awesome person I am :D.

  28. Donna in VA

    I had some neighbors like that once. . . so consumed with what they looked like and what they had that you couldn’t have a real conversation with them. I recently ran into them and asked how they’d been. They rattled off all the new stuff they’d bought or done to the house, etc.
    And this man is a man that hit on me when I lived down the street. He wasn’t as happy with his trophy wife as he’d like people to think he was. Either that, or he’s just so arrogant that he thought I’d fall at his feet because he was so pretty.

  29. Donna in VA

    I had some neighbors like that once. . . so consumed with what they looked like and what they had that you couldn’t have a real conversation with them. I recently ran into them and asked how they’d been. They rattled off all the new stuff they’d bought or done to the house, etc.
    And this man is a man that hit on me when I lived down the street. He wasn’t as happy with his trophy wife as he’d like people to think he was. Either that, or he’s just so arrogant that he thought I’d fall at his feet because he was so pretty.

  30. Donna in VA

    I had some neighbors like that once. . . so consumed with what they looked like and what they had that you couldn’t have a real conversation with them. I recently ran into them and asked how they’d been. They rattled off all the new stuff they’d bought or done to the house, etc.
    And this man is a man that hit on me when I lived down the street. He wasn’t as happy with his trophy wife as he’d like people to think he was. Either that, or he’s just so arrogant that he thought I’d fall at his feet because he was so pretty.

  31. Jan

    Ahhhh, shades of Beloved’s ex, who is trying desperately, at 50, to be her second husband’s trophy wife.
    She has fake boobs – ah, the story behind THAT one, and I can’t post it because her daughters read my blog – and bleaches her hair. She’s so thin she looks like an advertisement for a vacation in Auschwitz. She lives at the salon. Her husband, a corporate attorney, works until all hours of the night, 6 days a week. They do not have sex – at least with each other (I have a feeling he’s got something on the side, and I’m not entirely sure it’s a woman, either).
    I am the polar opposite of this woman – short, dumpy, eternally clad in Crocs and capris, I never wear makeup. I go get my nails and toes done a couple of times a month and have my hair – which I do NOT style – trimmed once every six weeks or so. Beloved works like a mule, too, but he does it at my side and we screw like bunnies.
    I’m betting I’m tons happier than she is.
    Thanks for letting me gossip on your blog about things I can’t gossip about on my blog, girlie! Muah!

  32. Jan

    Ahhhh, shades of Beloved’s ex, who is trying desperately, at 50, to be her second husband’s trophy wife.
    She has fake boobs – ah, the story behind THAT one, and I can’t post it because her daughters read my blog – and bleaches her hair. She’s so thin she looks like an advertisement for a vacation in Auschwitz. She lives at the salon. Her husband, a corporate attorney, works until all hours of the night, 6 days a week. They do not have sex – at least with each other (I have a feeling he’s got something on the side, and I’m not entirely sure it’s a woman, either).
    I am the polar opposite of this woman – short, dumpy, eternally clad in Crocs and capris, I never wear makeup. I go get my nails and toes done a couple of times a month and have my hair – which I do NOT style – trimmed once every six weeks or so. Beloved works like a mule, too, but he does it at my side and we screw like bunnies.
    I’m betting I’m tons happier than she is.
    Thanks for letting me gossip on your blog about things I can’t gossip about on my blog, girlie! Muah!

  33. Jan

    Ahhhh, shades of Beloved’s ex, who is trying desperately, at 50, to be her second husband’s trophy wife.
    She has fake boobs – ah, the story behind THAT one, and I can’t post it because her daughters read my blog – and bleaches her hair. She’s so thin she looks like an advertisement for a vacation in Auschwitz. She lives at the salon. Her husband, a corporate attorney, works until all hours of the night, 6 days a week. They do not have sex – at least with each other (I have a feeling he’s got something on the side, and I’m not entirely sure it’s a woman, either).
    I am the polar opposite of this woman – short, dumpy, eternally clad in Crocs and capris, I never wear makeup. I go get my nails and toes done a couple of times a month and have my hair – which I do NOT style – trimmed once every six weeks or so. Beloved works like a mule, too, but he does it at my side and we screw like bunnies.
    I’m betting I’m tons happier than she is.
    Thanks for letting me gossip on your blog about things I can’t gossip about on my blog, girlie! Muah!

  34. Midlife Slices

    That last picture is disturbing. I got my toes done that same day as you but there were no “barbies” where I was. Only small chattering Asians who make me wonder what the hell they are saying about me. grrr……

  35. Midlife Slices

    That last picture is disturbing. I got my toes done that same day as you but there were no “barbies” where I was. Only small chattering Asians who make me wonder what the hell they are saying about me. grrr……

  36. Midlife Slices

    That last picture is disturbing. I got my toes done that same day as you but there were no “barbies” where I was. Only small chattering Asians who make me wonder what the hell they are saying about me. grrr……

  37. thistle

    i was ping ponging around a bunch of sites earlier before i went out to ‘a thing’ and thought i had started a comment about my experiences with money town, but maybe not…what i wanted to say was that i used to live in a money town-like area, and found that it was easy to become assimilated, and start thinking stupid materials things were important when they weren’t…so kudos to anyone who can live near that and keep their head screwed on straight…
    and for the record, i’ve never had a pedicure as i’m way too ticklish…don’t even want to think about how i’d manage if i couldn’t do it myself…yikes…

  38. thistle

    i was ping ponging around a bunch of sites earlier before i went out to ‘a thing’ and thought i had started a comment about my experiences with money town, but maybe not…what i wanted to say was that i used to live in a money town-like area, and found that it was easy to become assimilated, and start thinking stupid materials things were important when they weren’t…so kudos to anyone who can live near that and keep their head screwed on straight…
    and for the record, i’ve never had a pedicure as i’m way too ticklish…don’t even want to think about how i’d manage if i couldn’t do it myself…yikes…

  39. thistle

    i was ping ponging around a bunch of sites earlier before i went out to ‘a thing’ and thought i had started a comment about my experiences with money town, but maybe not…what i wanted to say was that i used to live in a money town-like area, and found that it was easy to become assimilated, and start thinking stupid materials things were important when they weren’t…so kudos to anyone who can live near that and keep their head screwed on straight…
    and for the record, i’ve never had a pedicure as i’m way too ticklish…don’t even want to think about how i’d manage if i couldn’t do it myself…yikes…

  40. Joanne

    I think you may be more right than you know in your assumption that MTM find it important that people THINK they are having sex with Barbie.
    While the wives spend the day keeping themselves in “collectible” condition, the hubby busy themselves collecting all the things that prove to others (and themselves) that they are savy, sucessful, upwardly moblie conspicuos consumers.We all know wat you do with collectibles…. put them away and take them out to admire (& impress people) then dust them, put tham away and tell everyone not to touch them!

  41. Joanne

    I think you may be more right than you know in your assumption that MTM find it important that people THINK they are having sex with Barbie.
    While the wives spend the day keeping themselves in “collectible” condition, the hubby busy themselves collecting all the things that prove to others (and themselves) that they are savy, sucessful, upwardly moblie conspicuos consumers.We all know wat you do with collectibles…. put them away and take them out to admire (& impress people) then dust them, put tham away and tell everyone not to touch them!

  42. Joanne

    I think you may be more right than you know in your assumption that MTM find it important that people THINK they are having sex with Barbie.
    While the wives spend the day keeping themselves in “collectible” condition, the hubby busy themselves collecting all the things that prove to others (and themselves) that they are savy, sucessful, upwardly moblie conspicuos consumers.We all know wat you do with collectibles…. put them away and take them out to admire (& impress people) then dust them, put tham away and tell everyone not to touch them!

  43. Momo Fali

    Oh man. That IS sad. What a way to waste your life away. I mean, the pedicures aren’t all bad, but just sitting around being a trophy? Go out and volunteer, or do something useful!

  44. Momo Fali

    Oh man. That IS sad. What a way to waste your life away. I mean, the pedicures aren’t all bad, but just sitting around being a trophy? Go out and volunteer, or do something useful!

  45. Momo Fali

    Oh man. That IS sad. What a way to waste your life away. I mean, the pedicures aren’t all bad, but just sitting around being a trophy? Go out and volunteer, or do something useful!

  46. emmysuh

    I have two totally functioning arms and I still can’t paint and trim my own toenails without looking like a Cow with Tourette’s did it instead. That fact, combined with the fact that I’m a dancer who dances barefoot (blisters, cracked nails, floor burns, etc.) means I look like a Dinosaur with Third Degree Burns from a House Fire.
    ANYWAY, strange animal similes aside, I thought of you this weekend when we had BBQ on the River, because although we didn’t have Money Town People (quite the opposite, actually, more like I Wandered Out of My Meth Lab to See the Sunshine and Eat Some Pork People, but whatever) and there were all these “MILF”‘s on the prowl for some young meat.
    Hope this insane and rambling comment didn’t completely freak you out…

  47. emmysuh

    I have two totally functioning arms and I still can’t paint and trim my own toenails without looking like a Cow with Tourette’s did it instead. That fact, combined with the fact that I’m a dancer who dances barefoot (blisters, cracked nails, floor burns, etc.) means I look like a Dinosaur with Third Degree Burns from a House Fire.
    ANYWAY, strange animal similes aside, I thought of you this weekend when we had BBQ on the River, because although we didn’t have Money Town People (quite the opposite, actually, more like I Wandered Out of My Meth Lab to See the Sunshine and Eat Some Pork People, but whatever) and there were all these “MILF”‘s on the prowl for some young meat.
    Hope this insane and rambling comment didn’t completely freak you out…

  48. emmysuh

    I have two totally functioning arms and I still can’t paint and trim my own toenails without looking like a Cow with Tourette’s did it instead. That fact, combined with the fact that I’m a dancer who dances barefoot (blisters, cracked nails, floor burns, etc.) means I look like a Dinosaur with Third Degree Burns from a House Fire.
    ANYWAY, strange animal similes aside, I thought of you this weekend when we had BBQ on the River, because although we didn’t have Money Town People (quite the opposite, actually, more like I Wandered Out of My Meth Lab to See the Sunshine and Eat Some Pork People, but whatever) and there were all these “MILF”‘s on the prowl for some young meat.
    Hope this insane and rambling comment didn’t completely freak you out…

  49. emmysuh

    Hah – you’ve already replied to my comment, but I realized my postscript wasn’t added, in which I explained to you that “…Eat Some Pork People” was supposed to read “…Eat Some Pork” People, not “…Eat Some Pork-People.”

  50. emmysuh

    Hah – you’ve already replied to my comment, but I realized my postscript wasn’t added, in which I explained to you that “…Eat Some Pork People” was supposed to read “…Eat Some Pork” People, not “…Eat Some Pork-People.”

  51. emmysuh

    Hah – you’ve already replied to my comment, but I realized my postscript wasn’t added, in which I explained to you that “…Eat Some Pork People” was supposed to read “…Eat Some Pork” People, not “…Eat Some Pork-People.”

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