Russian Model Sues Sugar Daddy: Surprise, Surprise.

Here in Houston, Texas, this is so commonplace it rarely makes the news.

Suffice to say, men are idiots, otherwise known as “Soft Targets” [see: Urban Dystrophy, Amazon].

Many middle age men have never dated anyone other than a college classmate with whom they went on to marry and procreate.

Family vacations, aging and existential angst caught up to them and suddenly they’re divorced – or in and out of divorce court.

The money and power and sense of entitlement catch up to them and they want out, but to get out they have to play a game they’re ill-equipped for.

The women in their sites are everything they’ve always wanted, on the surface.

These women know exactly what that is and leverage it like venom.

Now these idiots are broke, estranged and struggling to pay a therapist.

The hooker is just conducting business, for god’s sake.

College Debt’s a Bitch. Now What?

As we all know, morality is relative.

The key to survival these days is the ability to compartmentalize.

Compartmentalization is an unconscious psychological defense mechanism used to avoid cognitive dissonance, or the mental discomfort and anxiety caused by a person’s having conflicting values, cognitions, emotions, beliefs, etc. within themselves.

It’s easier for some than others.

Psychopaths are particularly good at it.

Anyway, in my world [my socioeconomic demographic] such women abound.

The same applies to men, by the way.

Many of these women are fresh out of college with nowhere to go because their degrees were in areas so general that no one could place them on any job application I’ve ever seen.

As for interests, they like to work out, travel, and basically, live life to its fullest.

I’m not familiar with this reality outside of science fiction, but when you back out the human element, it begins to make sense.

“I’m 25, beautiful, reasonably well educated and follow the Rich Kids of Instagram. I’m not all that into getting up and going to some dead end job, and making millions is a lot easier said than done. So what do I have to sell that someone might be interested in buying?

It’s not land because I don’t own any. My car’s shot. And I have a bunch of college debt.

But I have an ass from Hell, which is worth more than some luxury yachts in the minds of many.”

This is backing out the human element looks like, and for many, feels like.

But who cares when you’re dealing in commodities?

Life is fast. Live well, no matter what that looks like is the mantra.

These are not normal, well adjusted kids from wealthy suburban enclaves with law degrees from places like Yale and job offers at a top firms in D.C.

What are you thinking?