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What Should I Do To Marry A Rich Guy?

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

I’ve recently read an article that deserves some recognition. It has had us in stitches and needs to be shared with you.  Quite simply a young lady posted a message on a popular forum entitled “What should i do to marry a rich guy?”  She is having problems finding a wealthy man to marry.  She goes on to list the requirements she wants in her future husband and continues with questions of where to find such a man.  It ends brilliantly with a response from a banker at J.P Morgan a leading financial services firm.  Anyway we won’t ruin it for you, take a look for yourselves and enjoy:

Here is what the young lady wrote:

Title: “What should I do to marry a rich guy?”

I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.

So who's the wealthy one here then?

I’m here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)

2) Which age group should I target?

3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who don’t have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.

4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)

Signed,

Ms. Pretty

The philosophical reply from a banker at J.P. Morgan:

Dear Ms. Pretty,

I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here.

From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty” and “money” : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.

However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position”.

If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term – same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased”.

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps.

Signed,

J.P. Morgan Banker

Blondes Prefer Gentlemen

Monday, July 4th, 2011

It has been an amazing weekend for sport. We saw our hopes of an Englishman winning Wimbledon defeated by Murray when he lost against Nadal, reminding us that he is English after all and therefore couldn’t possibly win. Then lovely Nadal lost his title at the hands of powerful Serb, Djokovic. However, what really had my attention was the Haye Vs. Klitschko fight on Saturday night.

My dad first introduced me to boxing and I’ve watched it for as long as I can remember. He took me to see Prince Naseem fight. The speed and gracefulness of his style had me under his spell. I loved what was primal in boxing – two men fighting for the top spot, pitting their strength and wits to the test. Even better still was the restraint, technique and discipline that separates an art form from a fight down the local pub.

Can the gentleman always triumph over the bad guy?

It came as no surprise that I was to date a professional boxer at some point. It was always on the cards I think. The self-assuredness, bordering on plain arrogance, the dedication and gentleman-like demeanor meant I was instantly attracted. I remembered him as I sat watching the Haye fight on Saturday. Like a good British girl, I was of course supporting our homegrown champ (could we really allow yet another Eastern European sporting victory?!). Haye had all the makings of a world champion. Confident, competent and full of promises. He was after Klitschko’s head.

As round followed round, it quickly became apparent that Haye was well out of his depth. Not only did he fail to deliver his famous “Hayemaker” but he was barely able to hit him. Resorting to running at him in mad brawl-like launches, he lost points on lack of skill. Klitschko remained composed and though he took a few hits, he clearly had a clever game plan and stuck to it. I was drawn to Haye’s arrogance like a girl who shouldn’t love the bad boy but I couldn’t help but secretly wish for Klitschko to knock him down.

When the match finished and the Ukrainian was declared the Heavyweight World Champion, Haye took to an embarrassing display of excuses about a little toe and was forced to bow his head after breaking his promise. And you know what, I was reminded why I don’t date the boxer anymore. Cocky, arrogant, full of promises and when failing to deliver, full of just as many excuses. A gentleman-like demeanor but never a gentleman and unlike his sport he was very ungraceful. Klitschko on the other hand, was noble to the end and with his brother proudly in the ring beside him holding his title belts, he was charming to the core. Haye and his little toe and bad excuses limped off and my faith in his ability along with him. Has the gentleman finally restored order and proved the nice guy can finish first? Possibly. I think a trip to Eastern Europe is in order.

Sshhh! We have a birthday party coming up soon. Watch this space for more details.

The Hero Complex

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Most if not all girls can confess to having a hero complex. The image of the White Knight coming to the rescue of every [pretty] damsel in distress has permeated itself through our culture since the days of the Round Table. Our modern version of the good knight has been Superman since 1938 (seriously, he is that old). But still, every time Lois Lane was in trouble, her close friend and colleague Clark Kent was her shoulder to cry on. When she was really in danger, off came the glasses and out came the red cape, those infamous speedos and there he was, ready to defeat any enemy or threat to the love of his life.

Now it seems the traditional Superman is no longer relevant so DC Comics and Action Comics are giving him a sartorial makeover. In the all new DC series he almost looks slightly alien-like in his new cosmic outfit. Action Comics are going in a totally different direction and are making him more human than ever.

The affinity to Speedos and skin-tights is gone. Wave adios to the mesmerising definition of each pectoral, ab, bicep & tricep as from now on Superman will be drawn, by up and coming artist Ralph “Rags” Morales, wearing jeans. Looking more like the guy from the Diet Coke ads, he is now transformed into a more altogether relevant and relateable superhero symbol.

What do we think? Personally I love the Diet Coke boy and the James Dean-esque sexiness of a toned man in jeans. In fact one of my all time favourites is the Levis 501 Stonewash Jeans campaign. But the appeal with Superman is all about fantasy, surely? Like the White Knight, he’s iconic in his alternative reality he exists in. Now he’s just muscles in jeans and I only have to go to the gym to see that.

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The New Ambassadors Of “Sexting”

Tuesday, June 7th, 2011
Reese Witherspoon MTV Movie Awards

Reese is prepared to school us all on the dangers of sexting

The importance of safe sexting, don’t underestimate it. These days you can’t be too careful. To be clear, sexting involves sending either a) a filthily worded message or b) a provocative photo. Both of these things might seem like a good idea at the time but like the proverbial diary you shouldn’t have written in your adolescence. Fear not, the ambassadors of safe sexting are here to guide us along. Cue Reese Witherspoon.

The Hollywood starlet spoke out against famous offenders at the MTV Movie awards (probably referring to infamous faux pas of Blake Lively and Kim Kadashian) and offered them sage advice:

I get it, girls, that it’s cool to be a bad girl. But it is possible to make it in Hollywood without doing a reality show. When I came up in the business, if you made a sex tape, you were embarrassed and you hid it under your bed. And if you took naked pictures of yourself on your cellphone, you hide your face, people! Hide your face!

Wow. We’ve certainly been told. But fair enough – keep the antics discreet! In NYC they would fully endorse Ms. Witherspoon’s wise words as the lawmakers have recently put forward “”Cyber Crime Youth Rescue Act”. If actioned, this will teach the younger generation all about “safe text” – the dangers of sending out naked pictures and the long lasting effects of Google image search (vitally important, obviously). More specifically, “the nearly unlimited ability of an infinite audience to utilize the Internet search for and replicate materials.”

Teaching the young about how to sustain a long term relationship without appropriating lewd images. Well, how helpful. Who needs sex ed when there is the “Cyber Crime Youth Rescue Act” to protect them. If only this had been around in Paris Hilton’s time. That said, would Paris be the same without “A Night in Paris”?

Most Desired: Super-Injunctions

Friday, May 20th, 2011

Front page of all newspapers yesterday and most of today’s as well, are the faces of named and shamed adulterous males. Ever since all this super-injunction business came to the forefront, the legislation surrounding them is under duress and we are all asking why should someone be protected because they are rich and powerful? Or on the other side, can we really judge someone’s professional ability by what happens at home? (Or in hotels most likely).

Imogen Thomas

Imogen Thomas speaks of the unfairness of being gagged

Imogen Thomas (Big Brother) complained at the injustice of the gagging order imposed when she wanted to out a famous married footballer. She must be devastated that  her plan to blackmail or go to the press has been thwarted….
The unnamed footballer escaped but ex RBS boss “Sir Fred the Bed” has been exposed unfortunately for him. Not really involved with the super-injunction crisis, Arnie has admitted to fathering a child with his housekeeper and his marriage has disintegated. In the realms of normal people, affairs happen behind closed doors and more often than not they are ultimately exposed. So what right does someone have to protect their privacy (as in the case with Imogen Thomas) just because they are famous?

Well, they have every right really. Not disputing super-injunctions here, I actually wish for them. Please don’t think I’m championing adultery here because I’m not. All I’m saying is that the right to your own privacy is a treasured thing. If you ever have to face the consequences of your actions, it should be dealt with discreetly and not through the usual vicious channel of gossip.

Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to impose a gagging order on your old flames and flings in a bid to protect your maintained and closely guarded reputation. Imagine being able to silence people from exposing every feared embarrassing secret. All of a sudden you’re free and your life is yours again.

It’s not for the public to judge what goes on in the private lives of public figures. This ridiculous circus makes me think of rabbles of ye olde people armed with pitch forks ready for the villification of the next fallen hero. If they are a good footballer/politician or whatever, then how they’re judged in a professional capacity should be totally unconnected, less have their dirty laundry flung about. It’s also about protecting the privacy of the people directly affected by the misdemeanors of our celebrities – their families.

Say yes to super-injunctions, even if it’s just for the pleasure of seeing fame hungry faux celebrities writhe with angst unable to sell their sordid stories to the press.

Sometimes A Wolf Whistle Is The Best Part Of My Day

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

Every woman has had one. We publicly blast them and profess indignation, but we allow ourselves that secret inner smile when it happens. I am, of course, talking about the oh so frequent occurence of when you walk down the street to the tune of wolf whistles, cat calling and car horns (not necessarily all at once, unless it’s a very good day?!)

Wolf Whistle

Harmless fun or sexual harassment?

The ‘alright darlin’ might strike offence into the hearts of many women, but personally I don’t mind it. I could even go as far as to say that on those days when I’ve committed one too many wardrobe faux pas, my hair is a disaster and I’m wearing flat shoes (which means I look about 11 years old), a middle-aged builder calls to me from the scaffolding and suddenly I feel reassured and my confidence renewed.  A friend of mine is one of the most attractive people I know. She is tall with long dark hair that falls naturally in loose waves and the most beautiful ice blue eyes. I die. Once we were walking and we noticed a group of workmen ahead of us on the pavement. “Oh no”, she muttered under her breath. She resolutely strided past them with her head down and…nothing.

Having been unnerved by the thought of passing a group of high testosterone males and in anticipation, preparing her annoyed face she was now completely offended at their lack of enthusiasm towards us. As we walked past, they had not even so much as lifted their heads. And she did not let me forget this all the way through lunch. Having gotten used to this common social custom, she was now totally confused by the lack of fulfillment on the part of the builders in this transaction. Oh well.

Perusing this week’s copy of The Stylist, I came across an article about women in the UK uniting in the face of street sexual harassment. Hollaback.org has been set up by founder Julia Gray, a 23 year old Londoner who has simply had enough.

“When I rejected the advances of a man on the street near my home in East London recently, he subjected me to a torrent of abuse”.

Fair enough. When a harmless wolf whistle suddenly turns into verbal/ physical abuse, it’s certainly not to be taken light heartedly but Gray believes that there is a fine line existing between “harmless fun” and threatening behaviour and it can easily escalate from one to the other. The aim of Hollaback is to allow women to report their bad experiences and raise awareness for this issue that they feel is worsening. (For more information visit ldn.ihollaback.org).

I confess that I have a readily prepared annoyed/ignoring face should someone call out to me in the street but if they were to see me once my back is turned, they would notice that I’m trying to suppress the smallest smile.

Me, Sex & Pizza

Tuesday, January 18th, 2011

Tuesday lunchtimes are always best spent trawling across the net in search of something interesting or decent to read. Monday is always fraught with weekend leftover gossip but it’s always today that seems to spur the most engaging stuff. I especially love so-called academic reports/studies and the opinion columns that offer up information and advice on everything from how to best school Asian children [Beware of the Tiger Mother] to what foods you shouldn’t have been eating last week but now (according to new research), you should be eating…

Food & sex - secondary to a chat up line?

Food & sex - secondary to a chat up line?

If you had the choice between sex, pizza and your self-esteem (not in sequential order), what do you feel would give you the best high? A bizarre question it seems because though food and sex are often pitted against each other, directly appealing to the senses touch and taste,  self esteem which is much more intangible and abstract is a strange competitor.

The NY Times has reported of a study conducted at the University of Michigan testing their bright young sparks on what produces the most pleasurable feeling. Comparing sexual experience, favourite foods (top ranking pizza) and self-esteem boosting activities (receiving compliments, success in all the right places), the candidates were asked to score on a scale of 1-10 how much they “liked” one thing and how much they “wanted it”.

The results were pretty much as expected only with one twist.  Those tested seemed to “want” self esteem more than they “liked” it. Still the difference between the two variables was the least in the self-esteem boosting sector. Already academics are pouring over this report to analyse what this means. What does this say about us, that a more complex desire is taking over simple carnal pleasures?

Apparently we can be addicted to ourselves and our self esteem is simliar to that of an habituation. We are in fact so compelled to feel good about ourselves that we cannot help putting our self-esteem above sex and food. Are we guilty of being part of what Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell call “The Narcissism Epidemic”? Obsessed with our own sense of self, our happiness is dependent on what others say about us and how we view ourselves respectively. Note to unconfident daters and non believers in chat up lines – we all love to get compliments. All of the above drivel proves it. Forget dinner and moves in the bedroom, the narcissistic dater will rate your sweet nothings above everything, except themselves of course.

I Ain’t Saying She A Gold Digger!

Friday, January 7th, 2011

It’s a tale as old as time. The woman wants a man for his money. Still fighting stereotypes in the aftermath of 90’s consumer culture and spending habits, women if they have a rich boyfriend/husband are still having to prove that their partnership goes deeper than just the bank balance. Or quite simply, women are still primarily driven towards their partners because of their assets. It’s natural to look for a provider, in other words, security in a man. In today’s society this is made even more difficult by the glorification of the WAG culture.

Woman In Spain arrested after faking kidnap

How far would you go to get your hands on his cash?

Fact: My young nieces request Juicy tracksuits and the mandatory UGG boots at every birthday, Christmas or gift giving opportunity and are very forefront about their desires to settle down with a nice (rich) footballer in a mansion in Cheshire. This is nothing new. And it doesn’t so much as irk me as it does lightly amuse me, as I’m sure others will agree.

It seems that some women who are less blatant than my adolescent nieces (I’m still hoping they will grow out it) are willing to go to even greater lengths to get their hands on their partner’s money. Recently, it emerged that a woman in Spain had actually staged her own kidnapping in order to get ransom cash from her tormentingly unaware husband. She had taken a photo of herself bound by her hands and feet and text it to her husband (ah the joys of camera phones) and in a separate text demanded the not too shabby sum of £20,000.

The text warned him not to go to the police, but being an upstanding citizen and certainly a bit smarter than his wife (as the next part of the tale will tell) he reported her kidnapping. At the cash drop, the wife picked up the bag of money which was being tracked by police. It didn’t take long for the Spanish authorities to catch up with her in the Mediterranean coastal town of Gandia after spotting her car. And where was she? In the local shopping mall, blowing her ransom money!

Well, when I read this I didn’t know what to be more annoyed at. The great lengths this woman was willing to put herself and her husband through for £20,000 or that she had been stupid enough to get caught in such an obvious (and embarrassing) way. Soon to be trialled, her only defense is that she wanted to prove to herself “what her husband would be willing to do for her” and of course hit the January sales for the shopping spree of a lifetime.

I Swine, Take You Infidel

Monday, November 8th, 2010

When you meet that special someone, fall in love, propose, plan a wedding, that day which is meant to be the best day of your life, is dreamed up to perfection. Everything down to the dress, the flowers, the location is organised…but how much is actually in your control?

Maldives Honeymoon

Perfect Weddings in The Maldives?

Maybe you might feel like taking a trip to the Maldives? Well, if you haven’t heard of the poor couple whom, like many couples in love had flown to the exotic location to tie the knot, only to unknowingly recite their vows in the local language, you’ve been on another planet.

The Maldives enjoys a booming tourist industry especially for husbands and wives to be. You can tailor your special day and even choose the language in which you take your vows. BIG mistake!

This particular couple who has had their ceremony blasted all over Youtube were devastated to discover that rather than traditional “for better or for worse” being read and repeated, they actually were saying something a little like this…

Your marriage is not a valid one,
You are not the kind of people who can have a valid marriage.
One of you is an infidel.
The other, too, is an infidel – and we have reason to believe -
an atheist, who does not even believe in an infidel religion.
You fornicate and make a lot of children. You drink and you eat pork.
Most of the children that you have are marked with spots and blemishes.
These children that you have are bastards.

VS.

I, Joe, take you, Jane, to be my lawful wedded wife.
I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health.
I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.
To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.
I do.

The filthy priest has since been arrested and when commenting on the ceremony, the manager of the hotel simply stated, “The man had used filthy language. Otherwise the ceremony was OK.”

NY Times Exposes Rupert Murdoch´s Dirty Laundry

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010
Prince Harry & William

Poor Princes had their phones hacked

Does this picture look familiar? It shows two very unhappy princes attending court hearings over the News of the World scandal that rocked the media world after two royal aides reported strange things were happening to their phones in 2005. The oddities also seemed to coincide with stories appearing in tabloid paper News of the World about the boys. A few  years later and NY Times has produced a full length report of court proceedings, testimonies from former editors and journalists, leaving nowhere for poor Mr Murdoch to hide.

Two main hacking culprits Clive Goodman, a News of the World reporter and private investigator Glenn Mulcaire worked together and waxed alliteration and rhyme skills with headlines like,
“Harry Buried Face in Margo’s Mega-Boobs. Stripper Jiggled . . . Prince Giggled” and “Chelsy Tears Strip Off Harry!”.

I have to hand it to the NY Times journalists to take on such a story and oh my, they have uncovered some absolute filth! From Scotland Yard cover-ups to blatant lies about the News of the World employees and bigwigs being oblivious to the phone hacking, it´s all there with one former journalist stating that “even the office cat knew”.

Rupert Murdoch & Les Hilton

Media moguls Murdoch & Hilton

Five civil lawsuits have been filed since the beginning of Summer and even though Scotland Yard have been keeping very quiet about who has been illegally hacked, those who got a letter informing them of ridiculous gossip espionage are as lucky as those who win the lottery. Time to pay up Mr. Murdoch! The worrying thing is the extent of influence that the big boys wield in the media world. Former “do whatever it takes” editor Andy Coulson is now the communications chief for the Conservative Party and his former boss, News International head Les Hinton is the current CEO of Dow Jones and publisher of the Wall Street Journal.

An ex-boyfriend once hacked my facebook account…I wonder if I could claim anything on that??