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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That is so far removed from my life that it may as well be a different planet. In a distant solar system.
Yeah, I occasionally bumped into it by accident out or at work, and ew. Like, at a past job, there was this guy who was like a junior board member -- his father's friends let him out of the full donation requirement because he supposedly couldn't afford it. But he was still a hedge fund guy, so he only dated models.
Timelies all!
JZ & Hec, I'm sorry about your car woes.
Related: Correction: Rich Guys Do Not Actually Give Women More Orgasms. See also accompanying picture.
Correction: Rich Guys Do Not Actually Give Women More Orgasms
Oh, dear. There go my plans for the future.
The best non-platonic thing a guy ever gave me was a second-hand book. But my life doesn't really set itself up for the gift-giving. Okay, I don't set my life up for the non-platonic gift-giving. I take responsibility.
I cannot imagine getting bling, or expensive clothes, or rent, or car payments. And I look at the people I know who have, and I still can't work it out. I mean, they're pretty and vivacious and stuff, but still...
Okay, I've been running this directory listing off to a text file for almost an hour now. It's only 34,000 files. Why is it taking so long?
When I lived in DC, my friend K had a friend who had basically fallen into a situation where she was a kept mistress - rent payments, jewelry, clothes, spending money, the works. Which, whatev. Where it got fucked up (and where we all found out about it) was when the friend was moving and asked K if she wanted to take over for her.
A world of ew. (And she didn't, for the record.)
Ew. Wouldn't you at least want to think that a long-term arrangement like that was at least partly about you specifically? I mean, you couldn't just swap in another woman at random??
I know! I mean, I've found my own replacement for jobs before. But not that job.
When I was 20 and working as a lifeguard in some pretty posh buildings this Patrick Stewartesque nurosurgeon made a play for me. This was the day after my manager had oh-so-casually brought up that the Dr. had a wife, but she was always at their place "in the country".
Occasionally when I write my student loan check I wonder.
And apparently now George Lucas is going to let him do a Star Wars sitcom. Oz? Wee Oz?
Well...
I mean, I've found my own replacement for jobs before. But not that job.
Seriously.
