So I found this bizarre article in Harper’s Bazaar (lol, you like that? bizarre … Bazaar?) titled Diary of a Trophy Wife.  It basically reveals how one “trophy wife” perceives her role in a marriage and what is important to her in life.  It’s actually pretty disturbing.  Maybe it’s because I’ve always been a girl who wanted to be good at EVERYTHING, that I can never just focus on being good at one thing and one thing only.  After I read the article, I just realized that women who want to be trophy wives have low self esteem, are extremely dependent, not very intelligent and are rediculously VAIN.  Granted, this woman does not speak for all trophy wives, but I have a feeling she is pretty much on point to how most of her equivalents think. Below is a quote from the article.

“Let me explain. I am a rare and precious creature. That is what my baby tells me. So it doesn’t serve me to look just okay. I have to look hot. He isn’t with me because I can cook! The way my boo puts it is that he has an investment in me. The Botox, collagen, facials, waxings, mani/pedis, hair color, blowouts, spray tans — that’s the “art” I put on my “canvas.” And when it comes to clothes, why would you cover up the Mona Lisa with a Beefy-T? So my baby wants to drape me with the best that money can buy. I can’t help it if my pooky wants perfection. After all, I am a representation of him in the world.”

Read the full Diary entry here, and let me know what you think?  Is being a trophy wife really something to be proud of? Seriously.