Monday, September 25

Will Date For Food


Good morning. I thought I'd interrupt your usual Monday morning routine of placing your tongue in the automatic stapler with this mating dilemma: who pays? Indeed, traditional values dictated that it was the man's responsibility to pony up the cash as the beneficiary of her free meal enjoyed the mint-flavored toothpicks; however, in this post-modern, bitch-you-make-twice-as-much-as-I-do world, those rules no longer automatically apply. In LA, I certainly have dated many a Ramen-eating, up and coming actor/model/musician/Koo-Koo Roo Chicken (sorry, "street performance artist") who is only too glad to have me pick up the check...and pay his gas bill. So, three cheers for gender equality (????). But that still doesn't answer the question. Does it therefore hinge on who asked who out? Who made the first move? Or perhaps, whose parents still send cash every month?

The floor's open. Just clean up after yourselves.