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Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

Friday, 16 April 2010

Equality





Why is everyone so obsessed with equality and ‘having it all’ and the question of ‘Can you ever have it all’? I really don’t understand haven’t we gone past the whole equal rights for women bra burning thing? Isn’t 2010 all about choice? Hasn’t life been about choice all along? So, some areas of industry will always be dominated by one sex; car mechanics are predominantly Men and manicurists are predominantly Women. That’s ok though and it’s still a choice. As far as ‘having it all’ isn’t that a choice too? My idea of having it all is just that; my choices, my goals, my ambitions. And the pressure to achieve is levied by me. The media says models are too thin, turn the page to read; ‘Drop a dress size in two weeks’ while another publication announces ‘Women Still earning 20% less than men’. All these ‘headlines’ are there to pad out pages and give us something to talk about over dinner and at the photocopier.  There are an increasing number of men out there staying at home raising the children while their wives are working late into the evening and earning the big bucks. We do not live in a dictatorship (or do we?).

Chocolate Box Bra (burn it if you must- personally I think it's far too pretty!) £75 Miss Lala Presents, 'Manny' (Male Nanny) www.mybigbrother.com, Something Beautiful for God (Mother Theresa Biography) by Malcolm Muggeridge £10 Amazon, Fidel Castro Biography by Robert E.Quirk £17 Amazon.



Sunday, 14 March 2010

Freedom


Upon hanging up the phone with one’s accountant after a long lecture concerning the terminal illness of one’s finances most people would be prompted into drafting up some sort of plan for an economy drive; Sainsbury’s instead of Ocado deliveries, actually making dinner and not reservations, tube instead of cab that sorta thing. So why did I find my self-obsessing over luxury? Because I have delusions of grandeur, not any sort of grandeur either really grand grandeur I‘ve been fantasising about having really offensive Oligarch sums of money. The sort of money that gives you freedom. They say money can’t buy you love (and it can’t I concur) what they don’t tell you is what money can buy you. For me money = freedom and right now I could do with some.


Maserati Quattroporte  from £90,000, Westin Excelsior Hotel- Rome $29,000 a night, Lottery ticket £1 (well, it could be you, I mean me.)