I am not political. I don't really understand politics. I am not a flag waver although I love my country and the flag and freedom and all else that our country stands for. Mostly, I love what this country stands for. I certainly don't like the things the American media is sending out to the world--R rated movies, PG 13 movies that should be R rated, etc. and all the crap--pardon my language--that is on TV--all the violence and crime shows and everything else--except "House," which may have some redeeming value as it gives us ideas for new illnesses we might think we have--even if he is an impossible curmudgeon, and "Lost," which is so ridiculous with all the twists and turns and back stories and forward stories and hidden meanings that you keep watching just to keep your mind active. But today I am going to be political, just this once.
Rich woman and rich men are going to be taxed, heavily. Here is what I think will happen.
Rich wife: Honey, I am going to be taxed so much that it isn't going to be worth it to run my little business anymore--her "little" business is worth a hefty sum.
Rich husband: I am going to be taxed on my business/businesses, too that I don't think it's worth all the never ending work it takes to keep my business/businesses running .
Rich wife: What should we do?
Rich husband: Let's quit. Let's down size. Sell the winter home and the summer home and just live in this one house, like normal people.
Rich wife: I think that makes a lot of sense. I would have time to clean my own house if I didn't have a business to run.
Rich husband: Let's do it.
So they do and hundreds of people are out of work, everyone from the maid who did the dusting to the vice presidents of the companies. The economy takes a nose dive as they are not the only ones who think all the hard work is no longer worth it. Rich people all over the country will think it is no longer worth it. Who provides jobs for the masses? The rich people. And what will happen if the rich people are taxed right out of business? More poverty for the common man. I'm not saying that rich people shouldn't pay taxes, I'm just saying, be careful, America. It's the rich that keep the economy going by providing jobs and when it no longer becomes worth it...well, what do you think will happen?
And that is why rich women will soon blog. They will have time. They will live like normal people and look for other avenues for their creative talents. Besides dusting, that is.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
RICH WOMEN DON'T BLOG
They don't have time: They have gigantic houses to clean. They have beautiful decorations for every season to put out, dust, monitor and keep the kids/grandkids away from and then put away after the holiday is over. They have "help" to watch over and pay. They have magazines to peruse so they will be in the top of the fashion game. They have to shop to procure the latest fashion. They have to go to the gym so they can fit into the latest fashion. They have to spend lots of time in the beauty salon getting their hair "foiled" or whatever they call it now. They have to go to Costco several times a week to buy pre-prepared meals and fresh spinach and strawberries so they can make an impressive salad to go with the pre-prepared meals. They have to volunteer at their kids exclusive private school so their kids will be admitted to Haaaarvaard when the time comes. They also sometimes run corporations and wear suits and high heels on a weekday. They are frustrated because they have so many things to do and so they work harder, helping their husbands make more money or making it themselves so they can buy a summer home and a winter one, too and then they have to work some more to afford the insurance and it takes a lot of energy to furnish those houses, too. And they have to be re-furnished often as styles change in the architectural magazines she reads. They have no time to spend in those summer/winter houses because they are planning a cruise with friends they really don't like but they network with so their business can grow or because they will be a good contact for the kids to find an impressive job with once they have gone to Harvard and gotten their Master's degree. There is no time for blogging.
While the average blogger has three or seven kids, a mortgage she can't afford so she runs an Etsy shop on the side and swaps babysitting with the neighbor that she's not totally fond of, but needs some alone time to make jewelry, so she puts up with her. She also is kind to her bratty kids, when it's her turn to tend. She blogs because she wants to give back to the world and also because she needs friends that she really doesn't have time for. She is lucky to read any magazine and does so while waiting in line at the grocery store and it's usually the one that says, "loose 42 pounds by summer." She is frantically trying to find the article when the checker is finished scanning her items but she puts the magazine back because it's too much money. She'll have to be fat by summer. She scrapes her hair back in a pony tail because she can't--or won't--spend the money to have it styled. She would walk through fire for her kids but won't take a half hour for herself on the treadmill. She's collapsed in front of the TV, watching someone on the Food Channel make food out of ingredients she doesn't have on hand and won't buy because she will never use it again. She is frustrated because she has so many things to do so she blogs.
While the average blogger has three or seven kids, a mortgage she can't afford so she runs an Etsy shop on the side and swaps babysitting with the neighbor that she's not totally fond of, but needs some alone time to make jewelry, so she puts up with her. She also is kind to her bratty kids, when it's her turn to tend. She blogs because she wants to give back to the world and also because she needs friends that she really doesn't have time for. She is lucky to read any magazine and does so while waiting in line at the grocery store and it's usually the one that says, "loose 42 pounds by summer." She is frantically trying to find the article when the checker is finished scanning her items but she puts the magazine back because it's too much money. She'll have to be fat by summer. She scrapes her hair back in a pony tail because she can't--or won't--spend the money to have it styled. She would walk through fire for her kids but won't take a half hour for herself on the treadmill. She's collapsed in front of the TV, watching someone on the Food Channel make food out of ingredients she doesn't have on hand and won't buy because she will never use it again. She is frustrated because she has so many things to do so she blogs.
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