Green Privilege.

Gelt. Moola. Spondooli.

High maintenance is as high maintenance does.

And you'd better recognize that once you are paying someone else to handle the maintenance on one you are most certainly doing the same for all the others.

I never knew I had white privilege. I started working for my dad when I was too young to get a job, took my first paying job at 14 and worked for dad when I wasn't at that resort. Went into the service after high school and gave U.S. 4 years of my precious life at a ridiculous pay rate; got out of the Navy, put myself through college while working 4 jobs and after graduating I paid off all of my loans.

Worked my behind off in entry level positions, stayed diligent and after a few years I had a little financial stability that teeters on the brink of disaster due to a tax system whose sole intent is to disembowel the wager earner for the betterment and support of ubiquitous lazy MF's who don't care enough about themselves, their race or their offspring to go to school, get off their butts and make something of themselves, all of whom appear to fit into the category of "poor, tired, huddled masses" or something similar.

So, no....for me white privilege does not exist and I don't feel one iota of pain or sorrow or remorse or sympathy or empathy for any black, white, brown, pink or spotted sob who just can't make it. That is BS....pure and simple.

The shoes. She should lose the shoes.

No she should keep them on. And a hat too.

Jack,

I'm tracking with you and you speak the truth!!!! I had a similar upbringing while mowing yards and doing odd jobs before I was old enough to get a job. I worked full time through electronics school, a BS and MBA. Nothing special about me being white to do such...although I do appreciate brown women! My wife is a hard core conservative Filipina.

@Jack, you've mirrored my life. And I feel no guilt for what I busted my ass for for a very long time.

What I do see though is rampant envy by, sigh, children.

See what all that retarded "for the children" nonsense in the 90's did? About 3/4 of the adult population wants everyone to believe they are still children.

Being an outdoor sports kind of guy (think starting with big-time rock climbing and moving on from there etc.), I have a fine collection of sporting shoes, each finely adapted to enable my days out be ones of success and achievement. I look at stiletto heels and go "gacch, they're good for nothing, worn by double-bubble airheads, bring me an amazon chica wearing fancy outdoor shoes who want to share the great days in the mountains, and then we're talking".

Then I remember those long days, smearing edges and toe-jams, feet clamped tight like vises in rock shoes, tendons aflame, toes throbbing, ankles cracking. Or the long dark nights on steep ice, ankles sore, ligaments stretched to breaking, quivering calves, quads like jello.

Wait ... maybe it's just another kind of success and achievement, the only available to double-bubbles.

Gerard, The shoes would only be of use if she was also wearing hoop earrings.
Whoops, there I go, thinking out loud again.

The hat. You got me stumped on that one, hmm ...

chas...

...You can leave the hat on... ♪ღ♪

[Maybe you're too young to remember the tune.]

Smokey, not too young (68 YO) it's just that back in the day I lost some seasons due to adrenaline and cheap drugs.
Thanks for the reveal.

"Cash is king."

She could be Dennis Rodman's or Tiger Woods' latest girlfriend. The color of privilege is green, not white.