I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I'm not gonna lie, every once in a while I just feel straight up uninspired.

I almost think there is this conventional wisdom, this cultural lore of women being a certain subset of women that have the ability to be incredibly vapid, have no real convictions, no feelings, but are able to pull off a lifelong con just to have money status, wealth, a certain lifestyle, whatever despite not being in love.

It's an interesting concept and I'm sure these people exist, do you guys actually know anybody who's a legitimate gold digger who is willing to forego love in life just to, I don't know.

And then here's the thing, there's a difference between upper middle class rich people and wealth, serious wealth.

You know, so I remember when I worked at the golf course, I was a cart girl for several summers, money's great, hindsight, kind of a weird gig.

It's not as pervy as everyone thinks it is, but the tips are excessive for me handing someone a can of beer I didn't even open, and I had kind of just like post up, you know, the back nine, turn my card off, kick my feet up and eat the weird half sandwiches in my cooler that were a little soggy because some of the ice got in.

I didn't really understand golf either and I have this really old golf cart that backfired to look sounded like a gunshot every time I hit the gas and you know wasn't always privy to who's mid back swing.

I think I threw off a few you golf games in my day, but by the second and third summer I was a little more sensitive to the time I would drive by, but the first summer I was just whizzing around the front and back nine like figure eights, you know, drag racing fast and furious country club addition.

Country club addition and I'm sure people were like what is a problem the good news is you know they had us wearing these olive polos very boxy thick polos and almost knee length from you to shorts, which I don't know why they're called that now that I'm thinking about it, because I've been following the hashtag revolve summer.

And nobody's wearing me length shorts and they're in Bermuda it would obviously be a blessing if there was one less person there in a lace trimmed floral romper I guess that's upside the point so I guess it's not related to the country of Bermuda, but I guess we still have the triangle so much like those ships that get lost in the Bermuda triangle maybe when you put on Bermuda shorts.

Your your general attractiveness disappears under mysterious circumstances.

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