Would You Be Happy As A Trophy Wife?

By Sandy Daley

Leo Tolstoy once wisely wrote, “When I have one foot in the grave, I will tell the whole truth about women. I shall tell it, jump into my coffin, pull the lid over me and say, ‘Do what you like now’.”

He must have been referring to my girlfriend Josephine whom he met in a past life, as she was a tough, materialistic nut to crack! Even though I considered her to be a friend, many times I am baffled by the decisions that she makes and her views of life. Finding a new sugar daddy was forever on her mind!

Josephine was a very sexy lady and she knew it. Her breasts, a size 36C, the result of a wonderful boob job, bounced from side to side, as if they were sisters. Her hair or weave (whichever you wished to call it), bounced along with her breasts as she walked; with purpose. They were in unison!

Hair was extremely important to Josephine, as it had been instilled in her to “get your hair taken care of properly,” by her mother when she was a little girl. Not only was it expensive to buy, $400 for all the Brazilian bundles; which was cheap according to her! The significance of beautiful long flowing hair enabled her to fit in, to move up on the success ladder in the corporate world.

Her job as an accountant in Toronto was a great one, and she knew that her almost Caucasian style of weave helped her achieve certain success. Just as long as she knew that she was still a “sistah”, it did not matter to her what people thought. As long as she knew how to act accordingly when she was at black events, versus white events, was all that mattered to her.

The only problem though was where was she ever going to find a man that understood, and did not complain, about her need for $400 hair every month or her need for the finer things in life? Not many places to look she reckoned. Maybe that had something to do with her being single at 35! Was she too high maintenance? Too much to handle? Unless she found a rich man of course! A baller, a player whose only concern was to make sure that his woman looked great while walking with him. She would upgrade him for sure!

“Yes, that is it! I’ll become a trophy wife,” she would often say. Unfortunately for Josephine, and all the other women who believe in this notion, at the end of the day, you cannot truly say that you have accomplished much on your own. Don’t get me wrong, marrying someone rich is not a crime, but marrying someone only because of ‘what they have’ is truly not the way to go.

When can you look yourself in the mirror with pride, as your worldly goods would have been attained by your own blood, sweat and tears? What will you do if your sugar daddy decides to take back everything that he has ever given you if you have a nasty argument, or if he decides to trade you in for a younger, sexier model?

The odds will always be stacked against you, as you will never be able to feel comfortable in your position, whether you are a trophy wife or a woman with a rich sugar daddy. Only death and taxes are truly certain in this lifetime; so you surely cannot depend upon any man to take care of you!

Trust me, I am all for security as much as the next woman, but I am not a fan of ‘security’ at the price of my self-esteem. The only thing that I require on my head is a crown or tiara with the words, “hardest working woman” written somewhere over the diamond studs.

Now that is a legacy to be proud of, unlike that of being called ‘the best trophy wife ever!’

Sandy Daley is a columnist, radio and television personality and actress. She is also the author of “Whose Vagina Is It, Really?” She can be contacted at: Website: www.sandydaley.com, Facebook: womanincontrol@facebook.com, Twitter: twitter.com/whosevaginaisit and/or Email:thesinglegirlspot@gmail.com.