In the country where it takes 2 incomes to survive, the rich get richer, the poor get poorer and the middle class struggle to get bills paid.   There sits the age old story of the woman who wants it all.  She does not want to work.  She wants to shop.   She does not want to cook, she wants to coordinate dinner.   She does not want to nurse, she wants a hired Nanny.   Also, she spends her time looking beautiful so she can do just that.  Nothing.   We call her the "Trophy Wife", that gorgeous woman on the arm of the oldest or ugliest professional athlete we've seen in all the entertainment magazines.   We call her the "Slut", the blonde with the implants and the questionable past who marries an invalid 4 times her age.  We call it "Arranged" when the 2 parties involved come from the same class and status.   We call her the "Hollywood Housewife" when the tabloids thinks what she does is so fabulous the networks have to make her life a series…and when we see her working her magic while we sit at the bar dateless with our friends, rolling our eyes at her, we call her "Gold-Digger".  .:read more:.

That's her, the one in the tight dress of the latest fashion.   That's her, the one who gets all her drinks paid for and all her holidays expensed on a corporate card that is not hers.   That listless wannabe wife of the 6 figured salary male, the one who owns the card, has 12 weeks vacation and 3 different summer homes.   There she is! The one we love to hate.   The one we have moral quarrels about, the one we smile at when she walks by, and snicker at when her back is turned.    And as much as we don't want to say it, she's the one we all wish we could be.   We want her life…the great clothes, the great smile and the great car.   We want her friends and her bank account. We wish we could find a man just like hers.  We even try to dress up like the bumbling fools we call "our men" to look just like hers.   We do it, when the truth is we're all the same.

Nothing she does really makes her different from the rest.  She has the same wants and needs we have.   Emotionally, she wants to be taken care of.   She wants a man she can talk to, who can respect what she says and understands her ambition.   Someone who provides her with a sense of security and at the same time allows her the independence she asks for.   She looks for someone with the same emotional strength that she has, or someone that compliments her own.   Financially, she's exactly like us. Understanding how much financial health affects emotional health in a relationship, she finds a way to achieve that balance and still get what she wants.   She's already decided that "broke and in love" is not the answer for her, in fact, like so many of us, she believes there is no such thing.  She's not trying to have that same cyclical argument, the one that comes up every time one partner comes home with something new and the other has spent their money on a bill.   She doesn't reach back in that candidate pool to try and find a man, when she already knows it's not going to work.  The Gold-Digger, she's honest. It may not seem so, but she is. When she says, "You can't make a millionaire out of a truck driver" she's making that statement from experience.   When she politely tells the random man who approached her that he cannot "afford" her, she knows that he can't.  She knows that in order to maintain her way of life, she has to surround herself with people who have the same interests.   People who walk the same walk and talk the same talk. People who want to own, not rent.  People who only give someone else their money expecting something in return.

You see, that Gold-Digger, she's already been through the perils of poverty, of not having enough and wanting more.   She's already used and abused everyone she knew to get what was hers, and ended up with nothing.  She's already fallen in love with the simple life of empty pockets, and supported a few men in need.   That girl you call Gold-Digger, she's had more people take advantage of her beauty, popularity and kindness, people who rode on the coat tails of her created fabulousness, than MC Hammer's whole entourage…and what did it get her?  She gets stabbed in the back, put out on the street and left for dead and lost in a sea of friends with not one to depend on.   That girl, she didn't want to leave her old friends behind, and misses them every day.  However, when success comes, so do the vultures and some of them have sharp beaks.

Can you blame her?  She only wants the best the world can offer and uses every asset she has to get it.  The Gold-Digger, she won't settle for less, because she already knows that everybody makes a sacrifice and everything has its price.  She lives in a world more realistic than any fantasy we could every dream up. She knows about the hard work "real" money brings, and what you have to go through to keep it. She's been accused of many things; prostituting herself for the finer things in life, not giving a "good brutha" a chance and of being shallow and materialistic.   When we snicker as she walks by, she says to herself, "How high of a price did the corporate man pay to have you come in and work more than 40 hours a week?"

So what's wrong with the Gold-Digger? Nothing. ..she paid her dues.   She knew her price, just like you know yours.  Nobody should be mad at a woman who has something that you want.   Nobody should be mad at a woman who found a way to get it.  And nobody should be mad at the Gold-Digger.   She just did what you couldn't do.