I Only Carry My Coin in A Prada Handbag
Fresh off my interview with Rochelle "gold-digga" T., I began thinking about my interview with her, and why I couldn't shake my thoughts of her lifestyle. Our conversation was an eye opening experience for me to say the least, I guess it was because I never really thought very much, about "gold digging", and in my opinion these individuals doing the gold digging were lazy and unwilling to put in a true hard days' work. I've watched movies and television shows on this subject, I at times found them to be amusing, complicated, and in some cases disgusting. I put myself on a pedestal of high morals with a solid foundation of hard work, but was I really so much higher than what I thought was low class? I was raised to always be a lady, never take the easy road in life, and always work for the things I wanted. Maybe, what I was raised to be and believe was not in perfect harmony with the rest of the world in present day. I live in Beverly Hills, I drive a BMW, I was a former model, and I think my wardrobe is fashionable. I was one of those women, you know the gossipy type, see an older man with a younger woman, and you say, "She's only with him for the money". Perhaps, I was speaking from that little place inside me that wished I had a man who would financially spoil me rotten, but instead I have to spoil myself. Ro-Ro (as she is known), can flaunt her clothes, bling, fancy car to someone like me, and not have a care in the world about what I think or how I feel about her lifestyle.
When I think of women who have dated or even married men with money, I think of women like Vanessa Bryant (L.A. Lakers Kobe Bryant), Heather Mills, (ex-wife of Beatles Paul McCartney), the late Anna Nicole Smith (ex-wife of millionaire oil tycoon J. Howard Marshall), or even former Basketball wives star Evelyn Lozada. These women either married or dated these men with money, and made out like financial bandits. You can't help but hate on them for their lifestyles, and popularity. Every time I look at my bills, I wish I could be Carrie Bradshaw (Sex in the City) with my very own Mr. Big, and a huge walk-in closet full of designer shoes and clothes to boot (hmm no pun intended).
"I 'aint sayin' she's a gold digger, but she 'aint messin' with no broke n*&ga" as Kanye West raps about it in his song Gold Digger, and I can't help but to agree with that lyric. I do have my dating prejudices, I do not date men that do not have good jobs or careers, drives less than what I do, and lives with roommates. Oh, gosh, does that make me a gold digger? I guess in some social circles I most likely would be, however, in my defense I do not elusively date men with high paying jobs or large salaries. I grew up on the welfare system, my mother made miracles every Thanksgiving with the free food boxes we got from church, and my clothes were hand-me-downs from my three older sisters. In the beginning, I wanted love relationships, then as I began to get modeling jobs I wanted fame and power relationships, but now I am back to wanting love and money relationships. I believe there is a greed everyone has inside of them, and I tried to keep mine from rearing its ugly head, but after my interview, she surfaced. Is it so wrong to want someone to take care of you financially? I wondered, but after today I am not so sure my upper class attitude was right after all.
