Like many Americans, you probably don't follow European football and so you're not familiar with Mario Batolli, a 21-year-old Italian striker who now plays for Manchester City (though perhaps not after they lost to Arsenal today and he got ~at least~ a 3-game suspension for a couple of dirty fouls). Batolli, sporting a shaved head with a mohawk down the center and dressing like a runway model, is a flashy personality in the divisive vein of T.O. and the insane vein of Rodman. Though he's never publicly called a teammate the "f" word, or tried to marry himself, Batolli is probably more famous for his activities off the pitch than on. And his latest is the most titillating for me: He admitted that he cheated on his girlfriend with the same hooker who had a threesome with Wayne Rooney 2 years ago when Rooney's wife was 5 months pregnant.Much like the celebrity cheaters before him, Batolli didn't admit his infidelity out of a sense wrongness. In fact, a few days before the story broke, he revealed a jersey on the pitch in front of thousands of fans on which he proclaimed his love for girlfriend Rafaella Fico (an Italian lingerie model and television personality). No, the truth kicked its way out of his mouth because (word on the corner) was that the hooker he got with, Jenny Thompson, was threatening to blackmail him. Batolli must've shocked the shit out of her by punching her in the purse, basically saying, "Bitch, not me, not today," and telling on himself. I think Mario slowly realized that there's veritably a limitless amount of pussy available to him and a very finite number of pounds in his bank account, and chose not to give Jenny another sixpence. Again, like cheaters before him, as of now Batolli and his girlfriend are still together.
I told y'all all of that to tell you this, and though I am loathe to admit it, I will because it's true (& y'all probably picked up on it already): I am fascinated by celebrity gossip. Not all of it. Hell, not even most of it. But let my nosey ass hear about one of the endless revelations and accusations of infidelity, and I am all over that shit like a priest at a playground. Not that I expect beautiful, wealthy, and oftentimes psychologically jacked up people not to cheat- it's the opposite: I am drawn to the "every man-ness" of cheating. I am continually amazed that I am continually amazed by the fact that these cats live in a world where every word and action is watched and scrutinized, and they still dirty dick around knowing that they are more likely than not to get caught. That just tells me there has to be something to that base biological need to spread the seed.
And then of course you have to factor in the person he's caught with, and I repeatedly find myself wondering (assuming his tryst was with a woman), "What is she thinking? What was this to her? What did she really want?" Most people just call them gold diggers without giving it a second thought, and click to the next website. But I think that the true gold diggers are being viewed in a societal way and not biological, and I don't think that's fair. If men have a biological need to spread their seed, and some are more prone to act on it, then there have be female equivalents.
Firstly, let me clarify what I don't consider a gold digger: It's not the bitch who's at the club every night trying to get at good looking younger actors and athletes, it's not the girl who watches Million Matchmaker like it's a digital bible, and it's not the broad who has Gloria Allred's office number programmed in her phone already just in case. To me, these Hoellas and Sluttishas are women who want money and status so they can feel like they're better than everyone else, but are too lazy, greedy, and unimaginative to do it for themselves. These dirty legs are trading sex for money, and I don't care how much you pretty it up with Louboutins, Chanel, and expensive weaves, that's being a hooker. Straight up. And there's really nothing wrong with it (other than it being illegal) because trading sex for money is an exchange of power, but these bitches will never admit that. In fact, they get indignant and sometimes violent at the suggestion. Start talking about how much they "really liked" said dudes and thought something serious was going to come from their hook-ups. In fact, the only reason they are speaking out at that point is because they "feel bad" for the WAGs (yeah, that and the 5 & the 6 figure deals they got or will get. And it's not shocking. If you're gonna sell sex for money, there's pretty much nothing else you won't sell). Suddenly, these hos become gold diggers and that's not the right term to me.
In my opinion, a true gold digger is a maternal materialist, and from a biological stand point that's what she is supposed to be (though I am no scientist, I play one on a TV show in my head). Biologically speaking, men want young, healthy looking women who look as though they can bear and raise young. On that same base, primal level, women want men who will pass on the genes to ensure those young will be healthy and live long- and what better immediate proof than an older man? And an older wealthy man has shown he is physically strong enough and smart enough to survive and thrive: He's a biological genetic jackpot and women who want kids need him to win (from a very singular bio-evolutionist view point).
These women should be praised for helping to propagate the species and bumping us along evolutionarily- not scorned and mocked. At least not by other bitches like me who know we aren't gonna do it.
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