When I was much younger, my late grandma told me something which, at the time, sounded like a whole load of bollocks. Of course, I was only fifteen at the time and I still had a lot to learn about the big bad world. Now, some thirty one years later, it dawns on me that what she said should have come across as pretty self-evident. Yes, I am a slow learner: so shoot me!
This was what my grandma said to me: “If you’re a woman, you’d better be pretty; if you’re man, you’d better be rich.”
This statement still sounds rather distasteful – even to this day – but I cannot totally ignore its accuracy. Can you? Like wars, famine and poverty, this is one of those things that just will not go away no matter how much we would like it to.
There must be a lot of men out there who are either in love, or are married to women they would probably not touch with a ten foot pole but for the fact that these women look like they belong on the front cover of glossy fashion magazines. Similarly, there is probably an equal number of women out there who are either in love, or are married to men they will not even give the time of day to but for the fact these men need to hire an army of accountants to manage their money.
Isn’t it funny how beauty or money helps us overlooks someone’s faults? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Shouldn’t a person’s virtues help us overlook another’s lack of beauty or money?
Who am I kidding? This is the real world: so, get over it!