Not anywhere near rich in the this area. |
Ha this was us too. I was always a SAHM after having kids for various reasons, and as we finished school, paid off loans, saved for a down payment, etc., we lived in a 900 sq ft apartment, most of the time with just one bathroom, we had one cheap car that we still drive, I couponed and budgeted like crazy, etc. It wasn’t until a couple years ago, when DH was a fifth-year big law associate, that I bought makeup that wasn’t from the drugstore. I don’t think I’m some kind of superhero for doing this but it’s not like I married DH for the ease of a life of luxury with him. I do feel very blessed and I know I’m privileged, but if one day be decided he wanted to quit his job and find something that made a tenth of what he makes now I would love him any less. |
| ^^ I wouldn’t love him any less, ha. |
I don’t discuss my income with people in real life. When I said we are not rich, I meant in terms of wealth, which is how I would measure whether someone is rich. But I am fully aware that income wise we are doing extremely well, even in this area. |
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Being a feminist and marrying someone rich are not mutually exclusive.
Being self-sufficinent and marrying someone rich are not mutually exclusive. |
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You're probably a troll, but I'll bite. I'm all for feminism and women supporting themselves. Always. That being said, if you're tying your life, time, and finances with someone, where you have a 50% of "losing" you should set your standards on a successful, rich man. I say this as someone who married poor, for love, and had nothing to show for it when I divorced. My friends who married rich get substantial child support, had a ton of fancy jewelry to sell, etc. so at least the trauma they went through was worth their time. I'll never marry again, personally, but if I knew someone close that was doing it, I'd point this out.
You should always be self-sufficient no matter how life turns out. But it's easier to deal with betrayal when you feel like you were cared for rather realize your time and love was worth nothing. |
| I NT don’t think you missed the memo. You have to fit in with that crowd to begin with. They must likely know each other or are friends of friends through private school and frats and vacationing in the same places. It’s not like Jordyn from po dunk western PA is going to fit in with the hedge fund crowd that grew up in Darien. |
| I dated a couple of poor unmotivated guys. I didn’t find them that attractive. So I married a highly motivated well educated guy. |
if Jordyn goes to Swathmore or Amherst and makes friends and then moves to NYC or Boston or San Francisco, they will. Likewise, the UMC kid going to Rye Country day who flunks out of some random SEC school isn't going to be doing much mingling with young professionals for long unless his parents underwrite his existence |
| I simply couldn’t stand guys who weren’t smart. Smart men in STEM fields ten to do well enough financially. We’re not rich, but he out-earned me three times over. |
Ha to my family, marrying an engineer was marrying rich. |
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Being rich isn’t synonymous with having a “wonderful life.”
Once you make enough to pay your bills, buy food, and have a little extra for fun, anything beyond that doesn’t seem to matter much in terms of happiness. In fact, I think there are studies out there that people start to become less happy as income goes up substantially beyond what they need. |
I’m sorry you married a lawyer. Him being wealthy is hardly a shock. Most lawyers are in it for the money, let’s be real. You would have known early own if he was planning to be a hair shirt environmental or law enforcement lawyer, and I’m sure you would have bailed. |
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Somebody mentioned race above and it reminded me of one of my favorite books on feminism: Mikki Kendal’s Hood Feminism. This is in the intro, just giving background about the author, but I love these quotes.
“ Feminism “My grandmother would not have described herself as a feminist. Born in 1924, after white women won the right to vote, but raised in the height of Jim Crow America, she did not think of white women as allies or sisters. She held firmly to her belief in certain gender roles, and had no patience for debates over whether women should work when that conversation arose after World War II. She always worked, like her foremothers before her, and when my grandfather wanted her to stop working outside their home, and let him be the primary breadwinner, well, that seemed like the most logical thing in the world to her. Because she was tired, and working at home to care for their children was no different to her from working outside the home. To her mind, all women had to work. It was just a question of how much, and where you were doing it.” And then a little later: “She taught me that being able to survive, to take care of myself and those I loved, was arguably more important than being concerned with respectability. Feminism as defined by the priorities of white women hinged on the availability of cheap labor in the home from women of color. Going into a white woman’s kitchen did nothing to help other women. Those jobs had always been available, always paid poorly, always been dangerous. Freedom was not to be found in doing the same labor with a thin veneer of access to opportunities that would most likely never come. A better deal for white women could not be, would not be, the road to freedom for Black women.” — Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall |
It’s a one way street for cute girls. A pretty girl with a pedigree college degree will be welcome. But she has to be hot. |