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Interview: the authors of "Smart Girls Marry Money," say money is more important than love.
While you may know that love usually doesn't come with a guaranteed fairy-tale ending, you probably are still holding out for, or trying to have your marriage live up to, the idea of truly passionate and romantic love. Elizabeth Ford and Daniela Drake, M.D., authors of the new release Smart Girls Marry Money: How Women Have Been Duped Into the Romantic Dream -- And How They're Paying For It, are here to change your mind, or at least tell you why "happily ever after" hasn't quite happened to them. Read: Marrying "Up"
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The singer hopes to work some more, then snag a rich husband.
You’ve got to admire a girl with goals. Singer Lily Allen recently admitted to Spin despite her devastating miscarriage in 2006 she’s still keen to find a good man and start a family. She states she’s going to concentrate on her career for the next four years, then leave the industry to seriously buckle down and find herself a wealthy husband who will father her children and take her away from all this. She says, "Then (I'll) try to find someone to fall in love with, have another go at having … Read More
What's life like for a female breadwinner?
When you hear the term "breadwinner," you're likely to think of a dude. But the New York Times' Modern Love essay this week is penned by a former-female-breadwinner, who later scrapped breadwinning entirely for a more egalitarian set-up.
Karen Karbo reveled in a whirlwind romance with a Frenchman around whom she never opened her purse once. But then he showed up at her apartment, caught her 'unaware' in unattractive sweatpants, and informed her that he expected her to look pretty for him all the time. Mais non! Quite rightly, she dumped Monsier Jerkface.
In successive relationships, Karbo found herself … Read More
Nicole Cohen didn't realize how much her life would change by marrying wealthy.
I live in a famous building on Fifth Avenue owned by a certain publicity loving billionaire with a bad pompadour. One year ago, I had no health insurance and lived with my parents in Brooklyn. What happened?
It's simple, really: I fell in love with a man who is out of my age—and tax—bracket. Some people would call me a trophy wife. At times, I, too, have wondered if that's what I've become.
When I met David at a party of a mutual friend, I was a 21-year-old Jewish girl with a freshly minted Ivy League degree in philosophy, … Read More