Horsebreeding Hamburgers and a "See you Next Tuesday" of Steel

This not a scandal, just a story.

I was amused to see the May-December romance between the gentleman and the young woman photographed in the press, and described as "blossoming". Seeing that I like older men myself, it should come as no surprise that I used to hang out with some close pals of his. Hang out, role-play, thorough "physical" examinations. To name a few delicious activities. Let me stop here.

Personal hygiene issues aside, the young woman was raised by a mother who studied metaphysics, and who used some of this esoteric knowledge to raise the young woman's social status. Good on you mother! It's not that the mother was money-hungry, it's just that she wanted the best for her daughter. I suggest that the rest of us dig up some of those metaphysical texts, and learn a thing or two.

Back to the young woman. It seems that metaphysical laws were not used effectively, or else she would have been able to keep her husband and child, and her dignity.

The cash prize must have run out a long time ago, and alimony payments may not be enough so, if her Beauty is the only marketable skill she can use to secure her future, and to care for her child, she should work hard to get her relationship legally endorsed.

I am saying this because even though I was in the abovementioned hook-ups for fun, they did offer to marry me within six months after we started fucking. Apparently, my blatant screwing around and my relative social "invisibility" didn't disqualify me for a ring. They were okay with it because, they said, they were too old to satisfy my monster libido anyway. I felt free enough to say "no" because my survivability didn't depend on marrying a man with loads of cash and an easily recognised name.

Given that I've "gone there" before, I'm offering the young woman some advice:

You've (reportedly) been with the gentleman since late 2005. For someone of your visibility, and his status, make sure that he is not still "romancing" you on the day of your first anniversary. You should be happily married. Older men don't "date" younger women. They fuck them, and then boast about it to their close friends, who clap them on the back with big chuckles, and then compare notes about the younger women they are also fucking. (Your toes would curl at what has been discussed in my presence).

You are a mother, so consider that if you are attached to someone who is old enough to be your father, then he knows that he is obliged to protect your highly public image and the welfare of your child by offering to marry you. It's a question of honour and respect for you as a person. I didn't mention "love" because I know that you're too practical for that.

He is aware of how his peers and your peers will see him, and you, and if by the end of 2006, you are not married, you should know that he doesn't hold you in high regard. I hope you are aware that no-one in Jamaica is as hypnotised by your physical beauty as you may think. You're not THAT pretty, and anyhow, being pretty can't immunise you from character assassination.

Every woman of class knows that the courtship is only legitimised by the announcement of an engagement. If you're going to show off your relationship to the public, it should be in reverse. You appear married, and then everyone learns about how you two hooked-up. No-one wants to see your relationships unfold in public. It's exhausting. Your marriage was exhausting, and the divorce was exhausting. We're forced to look at you in relation to "nothing special", and that's exhausting too.

As a self-styled expert in communication, you should know that attention to yourself is bad news for your clients, who might want discretion. Therefore, your professional competence is on display 24/7, in all aspects of your life. Look, you have already been blasted by people in Jamaica (Google yourself and your boyfriend in the same search string) who think that you are either:

(i) a well-dressed ornament,
(ii) a desperate and insecure old maid, or
(iii) a prostitute.

Now, if you can't manage your public image regarding your private affairs, how do you do your job? Potential clients will think your job is a joke when they read these opinions of you. As opposed to someone like Shaggy's Girl, whom readers are reluctant to recognise as being vile, ruthless, and whorish. There are people who, having read posts on my blog, are convinced that I've fabricated stories about my whorish behaviour to attack others. Take this as an example of how a Professional Communicator does her work.

As I said before, I do not have a moral position on prostitution, but I do believe that your public image is extremely important to you, and you would prefer for people to think that butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. That you're unapproachable.

For the record, prostitutes are the most guarded, and least approachable people on earth. This is because no-one dares to come near without displaying the proper credentials and an undertaking to PAY UP.

It's kind of sad that after entering the public eye so many years ago with such promise, that this young woman would sell herself short like this. I am really disappointed, and in a way, I feel I must take back some of the things I have said about her before.

I said that her life would be full of guarantees and promise, but now I realise that her position is precarious because of the artificial and transient pathway to success that she herself has taken. I bet she wishes she had stayed with that humble, ordinary nobody guy who was besotted with her. A true woman of class knows that she builds an enduring Empire from scratch, and chooses her partner wisely.

I pray that her acting classes in America have been put to good use in showing a brave face when the Horsebreeding Hamburger mounts her "See you Next Tuesday", one more time, in the usual manner. Ahh, the luxuries that Steel can afford a man in his twilight years.

At the end of the day, let this example teach us that women are worth more than our bodies. Let this post serve as congratulations to all the men who refuse to be manipulated by our bodies, but who are willing to embrace our Mind in love.