On being a kept woman

I’m pretty sure I just want to marry a rich man and never work a day in my life. Thoughts?

A little wish thinking is fine every once in a while if you’re stuck in traffic or run out of magazines at the airport, but why imagine yourself as somebody’s lap dog?

This kind of bullshit only highlights how poisonous the prince charming myth really is. For fuck’s sake, even in your fantasy world, you aren’t the captain of your own fortune.

The least you could do is fantasize about falling deeply in love and then winning the lottery. It’s a subtle difference, but the difference is everything.

Now, if this really is your primary life goal, to be kept like a fucking pet, then you have my deepest condolences on the loss of your dignity, independence, and personhood.

There’s a small chance that you’ll find redemption in some transformative life experience.

It’s probably too late for your mother, though.


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