Seriously.

I'm good at it. And I know it.

No, I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about my aspirations in life to be an artist.

Now will somebody believe in me enough to support my life in a way that I don't have to worry about what's coming next, or work my life away trying to survive?

No, no. That would be contrary to modern expectations of a woman, now wouldn't it?

I will forever be known as a gold-digger. I don't care.

I'm a little old fashioned.

At least I consider the facts.

Take a pole in the world of testosterone. I'm pretty sure a real man would prefer to be satisfied by a woman who isn't tired as hell from working 9 to 5.

Men, you know what I mean.