The over-moneyed woman...

We've all seen her. She walks down the street with her artfully botoxed face staring you straight in the eye, because she thinks she's better. Well, we know she'll never really be better because given up a part of herself to the lie of pretending to be something she's not...35.

We know she's older, and while she's still attractive, something about the way she highlights her hair and the height of her heels makes her resemble that girl we all went to high school with who tried too hard to fit in.

We know she is a good person; a nice person. We also know that if she saw us get hit by a car that she would walk away quickly and the last thing we would hear would be the "click, click, click" of her heels.

We see this woman, wearing more designer labels than anyone really should be. Not because of any ethical beliefs, but because when you carry an Hermes tote, wear pearls with diamond encrusted Chanel logos on either side and flash Tiffany's left and right, it becomes tacky and worthless. That is the one thing the over-moneyed woman is not aware of.

And what the rest of us can hold over her oblivious, unnaturally coloured head...


Ps. this was just a mean rant because SOMEONE said I couldn't be published in her magazine because clearly it was too good for me.....anyway, allow me to be a bitch once in awhile, but my appologies in case I've offended anyone!