“He who does not work, he successfully married” (folk wisdom).
So there was my female destiny that I live alone. That is, together with the cat, who will be offended if I do not count him. At the same time, my two closest friends are in happy long-term marriages, which are accompanied by children, wealthy husbands and apartments without mortgages. The only difference is that one works in a decent position and makes excellent money, while the other has never worked.
Every time this topic is discussed at friendly gatherings or in Internet battles, disapproving rays with badges “envy”, “poverty”, “female failure” fly in my direction. Okay, let's figure it out.
It's easy and simple to brand the topic "talking for the poor", to poke a finger or move a wand of a person who may not so wealthy financially, failed in his personal life, lonely and shy, so everyone around is angrily surreptitiously envious. It's just that I really don't like it. I like to figure it out and put everything on the shelves, from which the dust of misunderstanding was previously brushed off.
Mom is beautiful, dad works
The first was born into a fairly wealthy family, but her parents separated when she was a child. She was raised by her grandmother, to whom she went to live on her own at a conscious age. She always worked and was not going to live in a family according to the principle "mom is beautiful, dad works." Precisely because before her eyes there was an example of her own mother, who went to work as a salesman in the 24 hour stall after a 12-year marriage that did not need anything. And then dad found another mom demanding a legitimate investment in herself and her newborn baby. By the way, there is still no communication with her father - she could not forgive him.
The other was also born into a wealthy family, which exists safely to this day. She is the one who is called "a girl from a good family". Both parents work in high positions in a large local enterprise, so there has always been a "full bowl" with trips, clothes and pocket money, which we, the children who grew up and fledged in the 90s, never had. From the caring hands of her parents, she passed into the hands of her husband, barely graduating from high school. She is happy and wise, adores Labkovsky, Levchuk and Blinovskaya, whom she quotes when the right opportunity presents itself.
Ask or get
What, in fact, is cheese-boron? She wrote to me last week on WhatsApp with a proposal to fly to Dubai or, at worst, to Turkey, which are open and visa-free for Russians, in the summer. And then she sat up for something in Moscow. Tired of self-development, wants to unwind.
I really wanted to expand my broad Russian soul, tear off an imaginary vest and tell that my end so thin that I can only afford the train route Zheleznodorozhny-Moscow (preferably hare). That my small but proud business over the past two years of what cannot be named has shrunk like shagreen leather and ordered me to live happily ever after, but without it.
But I resisted because it's pointless. In her understanding, money can either be asked for or obtained. I love this last one! To get it - like a scarce serverat in the USSR from under the counter of a familiar saleswoman.
Over the years, I have ceased to be offended by her. Well, there is no scheme in its factory settings in which a person works for a whole month, and then they sometimes give him a small but honest money. This scheme is unknown to her, alien and complex.
On remarks about negative thinking, I usually keep quiet. On advice to launch desires into space - I sigh sadly. As an atheist and materialist, I can only launch a balloon into space, which will not reach it, bursting on the twentieth floor of someone's balcony in the Balashikha new building.
Happy mothers and foolish girls
A couple of weeks ago, in one Instagram public, under a post about women in business, I caught my eye on a comment from a lady with a conditional profession “Antoshka’s happy mom, Seryozhka’s beloved wife”:
“I don’t understand why strive to earn money if you can make sure that you will be provided. I haven't worked a day and I don't intend to. You just need to choose the right husbands, girls.
I even got into her account to check if this friend of mine is undercover. But it turned out that it wasn't mine. There are many of them, they multiply and twist at the temple to single women with cats and loans.
Maybe start an Instagram for the cat and make him work out his imported super premium? He will provide me in the realities of the 21st century - like the cat Stepan, to whom the Valentino brand sent a bag.
By the way, “I didn’t work a day and I’m not going to,” said Patricia Reggiani, known as the widow of Maurizio Gucci, who became a widow of her own free will. Bright woman. Enterprising.
Author: a woman with a small business and a big cat
