Kept

So what is this strange situation I find myself in? Don't people generally have to work for a living? Don't they usually kind of freak out when the paycheques run dry and somewhat jump at the first opportunity that presents itself?

Well, yes, generally speaking.
But then there's that other breed.







And then there is me. I consider myself being somewhere in between those two extremes, on a flexible sliding scale, depending on the season, time of day, weekday, the general mood, my sexiness, savings in my account, work around the house, demands put on me, and the grace of my sponsor.

What I can attest is that is is ordinarily not a very clear-cut situation. Some days I feel like Ms. Kept above, on others I feel like a Rosie who will work 12+ hour shifts soon, to recompense for all that I have taken so carefreely. Very much a luxury problem, I am sure. Or is it?

In any case. I would like to maintain an acceptable level of dignity, accountability, self-care, and self-determination and overcome those dreadful tendencies kept women oftentimes display: laziness, spoiledness, a sense of entitlement, and the idea that they are just too precious to pull their own weight financially. They often get quite dull over time, too!
I've learned, however, that these women aren't always to blame to the fullest extend for their nonchalant lifestyles. Oftentimes factors like culture, family obligations, a husband's expectations, opportunities, education, access to meaningful employment, - in short issues around women's rights play a major role. Not all women are strong enough and willing to put up a terrific fight to overcome these inequalities and decide to settle for the existence of a semi-dependent lap dog. I am sure some women don't decide at all. It never even occurs to them that they have a say in the matter. But I know that the consequences of such compliance are felt very much in that population and a whole lot of suppression and denial is necessary to maintain the status quo.

Another coping strategy is becoming a calculating bitch: I have you by the balls, honey!  I am going to take you to the cleaners if you decide to get rid of me. You should have thought of prenups when you had the chance, sucker! And if I hang in there long enough, all this is going to be mine and mine alone!!

Both these blueprints don't really work for me. They are extremely bad Karma and nothing good can ever come of them in the long run.

So what's a decent, free, and emancipated woman to do who happens to have encountered a longish  struggle with gainful employment? That's right. She'll stop concerning herself so much with her husband's - or her family's - monetary assets and will eventually get a grip on her situation. All on her own.

P.S.: Oooh, oooh:  I am so excited!  My new, 100% "sponsored" smart phone will arrive in the mail today! The question is: should I wait at home for the mail man or pick it up at the post office after I've been wined and dined later today...? Will I even have the time before I go to the movies...?
Oh, the decisions to make! It's a tough life.