stop acting rich.

ahh, to be young and fabulous. who wants to drive sensible cars, rock sensible clothes and live in sensible neighborhoods? i'm tempted to say it's a generation and culture thing. but truth is the love for the flash and the bling crosses generational lines. young and old, we're more pressed to look rich than to actually be rich. bet you can name about 3 or 4 people who drive a hot whip even though it loses its value the minute you drive it off the lot. those same 3 or 4 people probably don't own a home, which appreciates over time. ouch.

i love clothes and fashion as much as you do. years ago, when i first bought my place, i was still shopping like my bank account was endless. it wasn't. i wasn't rocking major labels or anything like that but retail therapy was weekly. i worked in georgetown and couldn't stay out of urban outfitters, zara, intermix, h&m and club monaco. i joke that i'm officially an ole head now because paying bills is both sickening and joyful. these days, i'm just happy to be able to pay them. and i make what's left do what it do. feel me?

anyway, i saw this book - stop acting rich and start living like a real millionaire - advertised in a magazine and wanted to check it out. it's said to be a dose of financial tough love that puts wealth in perspective and explains that being rich is more than just the symbolism that we equate with it. deep down, we already know that, don't we?

if it's not too long and preachy, sounds like a pretty interesting read. however, as long as we're seduced by these beautiful stars, driving expensive cars, drinking expensive champagne, vacationing on their expensive yachts, while rocking their expensive clothes, we'll be doing our darndest to look the part. after all, why should they have all of the fun? right? hmmm, not really.

stop acting rich and start living like a real millionaire, thomas stanley

amazon.com, $17.79

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