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2. It's not top-of-the-line, but their sweaters are no worse than anything you'll get at Banana Republic, J. Crew, etc. And they're 1/4 the price.

Goddamn, I am one cheap motherfucker.

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All kidding aside, not for nothing for what it fucking worth okay? for me to be an asian female pulling down what I do with a bachelor's degree from a half assed college is pretty fucking impressive indeedy. Not that anyone has discriminated against me, as they haven't but really.

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Thank you.

Anyone need CLE hours?
 

Me too, considering Illinois just started requiring it.

Never attended any CLE.

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I wear tops from Target ALL THE TIME. And both my eau de nil and my brown lingerie is from there.

I get my jewelry that garners many compliments from Forever 21, though.

Do the camis from there that you wear cover your bra straps, or do they have some kind of underwire built-in bra? I'm a little confused.

Anyone need CLE hours?
 

Try online.

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The guy hailing cabs in front of the Grand Hyatt makes Ironweed money.

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Your college is more like quarter-assed. LOL!!!

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You are so fucking mean to me, elitist H bomb dropping fuck.

heh. you know I am kidding. I heart plf/

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I would say that you're doing okay compared to your average American, but as an asian, you're clearly an underachiever. Asians are really smart.

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I've given up the bra strap fight, and have become the person that I used to deplore. For the most part, I use the cami tops under other shirts and blouses and dresses, so the bra strap issue doesn't come up that often. But I will acknowledge, I am now one of those people whose bra straps sometimes show next to cami straps. I do try, though, to match the bra with the cami top.

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Um, thank you. That's very nice. I thought I was being sort of tongue-in-cheek about being hot lo these many years, but I guess I was not doing a very good job. So, here is a secret that I may delete later:

I really don't that I am hot because I was in a Snap on Tools Calendar. I just think it is funny. Don't tell patentpara. Many thanks

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Prove it. TM will bring an attorney like me to your meeting at Starbucks so you can eat her.

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Especially if she is offering pictures...

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I told an atty on my floor my IQ. Okay? And he was taken aback and said, "wow. so you really you are like as smart if not smarter than most on this floor" I said sure. freaked my parents out. and he said "wow. I mean, and still some people persist in treating you like crap" he meant one person in particular most are really sweet to me. I said, that is the way it goes, and I've accepted that.

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I hereby declare that I am officially discriminating against you for this collection of meaningless words that you apparently intended as a sentence.*




* yes, I know about the pot and kettle situation here.

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Were any of them investment bankers? Did they pull down serious bank? Because if not, then they're just proles like you and who cares what they think?

Socks on a Board
 

Well played, playah.

Anyhoo, harkening back to yesterday's convo....

Last night I am cruising home in my (still somewhat) new metallic blue whip, got the top down, bumpin' some Lloyd Banks....

I'm drivin through Pioneer Square (hi NFH!) and pull up to the light at the end of the block where Coyote Ugly/Cowgirls Inc. is (hi Slave!), that's when I saw a gaggle of 20 somethings (Lohan meet Duff meet Hilton types) on the corner giving me some hard looks. One comes over and tells me her pals were out for bachelorette gig, they were going to Cowgirls and that later that night they were going to hit the Vu, where the bachelorette was going to make her first and last amatuer pole dance debut. She tells me, be there or be square.

Then she gives me her card with her celly. Oddly, ironically, coincidentally, she is a paralegal.

Anyhoo, was the invite the product of:

-she was a non-brazillian hooker on the side;
-the whip;
-the soul patch; and/or
-the widows peak???

Regards,

P

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excuse me, kind sir I said i like target/

Socks on a Board
 

1. No. He's doing a snakes on a plane bit. You didn't see it, as usual.

2. GWNC doesn't need my help, but what the fuck were you just talking about? All she said was she had a good life. She makes a lot of money (most likely in the top 2-3% in terms of income in the country, which makes her wealthy in mostly everyone's eyes -- and hell, maybe she comes from money as well. You have no idea).

The white thing is a simple fact. She is not saying minorities can't have a good life or make good money. She is saying that things are generally easier for her because she's white. And she was probably only half serious.

If you're looking for fights, I can respect that. But be honest about it.

TM

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Well, that and that's she's from Canada.

I'd say that she has a right to be smug and elitist about that, too. But I don't hate America, like most of the posters here, so I won't.

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If you have to ask how to tell if someone's wealthy, you aren't. At least that's what my good friend, the ghost of J.P. Morgan told me the last time I dreamed I was having lunch with him at the Knickerbocker Club. As I recall, we had the squab.

Faux-homage to Hef, my ass. It's because you're gay-vague. But the vague is often silent.

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It is the Yale Club or Harvard Club.

and squab is so 80s

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translation: I'm white. I know all about money, and I'm not afraid to talk down to colored people.

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I thought that was the Jews...

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I guess that explains why you persist in making yourself such an easy one.

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Are you really this stupid or is it an act?

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Go finish your noodles and garlic and get back to hemming my trousers, Guinea.

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Maternity is a section she wouldn't know. Did you really need to remind her that she's childless as she heads into another barren weekend?

:( :(

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pssst, Adder, I am Jewish.

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It was a joke wonk. even if it wasn't funny...

Anyone need CLE hours?
 

Uh oh, what?!?!!? Cite please?

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Thank God. There may be hope for you yet.

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Usually, the truly wealthy people do not dress like they are wealthy. At least the ones that I know. New money shows it off. Old money has nothing to prove.

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I think this is the funniest thing you have ever posted, Hankie. There really is a brain in there!!

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I just like to be obnoxious on friday but obviously it isn't funny :(

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Yeah, you try to send your kid to Hackley while paying 17k a year in village taxes and a 4k mortgage (for a 1200 square feet fixer-upper) on lawyer money.

Anyone need CLE hours?
 

Ask, and ye shall receive.

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I wouldn't know. For the last two years, I've been in the zero bracket. Lucky fucking me.

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Hmmm. One was a mortgage guy whose house the party was in. The other was the general manager of Niemans. Another was the most beautiful human being who has ever grabbed my ass.

Needless to say, they were all gay.

You know, one of the byproducts of having my entire social life centered around the arts is that the people I hang out with pretty much run the gamut income wise. I'll spend hours at a bar with an oil equipment company owner who could blow ppnyc's investment bankers out of the water in terms of his wealth, an artist who works the counter at Einstien bagles every morning who is over the moon excited about the fact he can afford $200 a month for studio space, a woman who is Beyonce's manager, and a woman who runs a PR company for restuarants out of her home who makes about the same as I do. Ultimately, our relative incomes don't really matter. Artists need patrons and patrons need artists. We all share a passion for art and for having fun, and we're all interesting people. That's all that really matters in a group of people with such disparate incomes.

I went to Hawaii with the mortgage guy above a few years ago on one of his company's annual reward trips for the top mortgage brokers in the country. One night, we went to a dinner with all of the other winners from our region, and the only thing that the bankers could talk about was the stuff they've bought since the last time they got together. Cars, watches, clothes, the additions on the house. It was one of the most tedious discussions I've ever sat in on. And it's not because I'm not materialistic. I'm a fan of beautiful things. I love great design, and I generally can't afford my tastes. But it was clear that these guys were buying things because they were expensive, not because they were beautiful or interesting. It was a competition for who could spend the most money, who could drop the most brand names. I was so relieved when my friend and I went back to the hotel and he told me how bored he was with the discussion too.