Friday, December 14, 2007
Carbon is hot
Timely, in light of this article in today's Wall Street Journal, "Marrying for Love ... of Money":
Yet even among the workaday (or wannabe) wealthy, marrying for money has become a popular pursuit. In an infamous personal ad posted on Craigslist this summer, a twentysomething New Yorker who described herself as "spectacularly beautiful" wrote that she was looking for a man who made at least $500,000 a year. She'd tried dating men earning $250,000, but that wasn't "getting me to Central Park West," she said. The ad inspired all manner of parodies and follow-ups, including one by an investment banker, who replied that since his money would grow over time but her beauty would fade, the offer didn't make good business sense. She was, he said, a "depreciating asset."
Heh.
MORE: The 'Villain is at least a little miffed that I did not link back to his post on the Craigslist story, which is indeed amusing. My bad, your loss.
6 Comments:
By 
jj mollo, at
Fri Dec 14, 04:02:00 PM:
The guy with the biggest potlatch gets the most girls.
By 
, at
Fri Dec 14, 08:09:00 PM:
TH:
Something to perk up your weekend:
A Tiger's Tale
I dare you to post the link. :)
By Escort81, at
Sat Dec 15, 12:58:00 AM:
Dr. Mercury, outstanding tribute to our host. Bravo, nice effort -- great pictures and captions. I especially liked the shot of the tiger licking his chops with the attractive female behind him.
By , at
Sat Dec 15, 09:27:00 AM:
You ladies looking for a carbon-spewing dreamboat? Just whistle.
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/iowahawk/2007/02/roscoes_chicken.html
By , at
Wed Dec 19, 10:14:00 AM:
I can attest to the veracity of the cartoon. As a retired fighter pilot I know how the fuel consumption/desirability ratio works. It's not so much the total consumption as the rate of consumption. Just think of an F-18 in full afterburner roaring by the crowd at nearly Mach 1 verses a four engined Herc plodding along. You just know the chicks palpitate over the stove-pipe driver verses the trash hauler. After all these years I find out it was my carbon footprint and not my sheer animal magnetism. Who knew?
By , at
Fri Dec 21, 06:10:00 PM:
And I thought becoming a nuclear engineer with NO carbon footprint was going to get me some groupies....
Now I know why that didn't work out.
