Too Good To Pass Up

Sorry ladies/gents, I don't have time for more right now. Work is beating me like a two-legged dog in a rat race. But this was too good to pass up:

"As you may recall, this elite club — or organization or cult of douchebag-ery or whatever you call it — facilitates fiery, passionate love between women who work in fashion and men who work in finance by bringing them together in fancy private mixers, not unlike Patti's soirées on Millionaire Matchmaker (we imagine — we proudly do not speak from firsthand experience for either situation). Apparently the club took a little hiatus when the economy collapsed and shamed or newly broke bankers went into summer hibernation, leading to a dearth of desirables in the dating pool, and possibly a spike in crap relationships" (The Cut). Read more here.

Oh yes, it's true. My dreams of being a kept woman are SO close I can taste them ;) They taste a little like marshmallows. J.I.C.

Love you, mean it

Emily