FATE, FINANCE & FLEXING (THE SOFT LIFE NOBODY CAN AFFORD)
🙄Shall we talk about FATE?👌
You will be shocked.
Like, “delete social media and go meditate in a cave” shocked.
So apparently, in this 21st century, with WiFi, degrees, and LinkedIn profiles, fate still has a dark sense of humor. Because guess what? Even ladies with decent jobs, yes, the ones with ID cards, 9-to-5s, and “boss babe” in their Instagram bios are still involved in “side hustles” that look suspiciously like... well, let’s just say it's not Avon.
PROSTITUTION
Not the kind you whisper about in shady corners. Nope. We're talking about the corporate high-class version, cloaked under “sponsorships,” “soft life,” and “he takes care of me.” Because apparently, a paycheck, no matter how stable, just isn’t sexy enough when rent is high and Dubai trips are calling.
But don’t worry, this isn’t a moral lecture. It’s more like pulling the curtain back on the modern hustle, where some people are balancing Excel sheets by day and sugar daddies by night.
Grab your popcorn.
It’s about to get real uncomfortable.
THE PRICE OF PRETTY PRIVILEGE IN A BROKEN ECONOMY
Let’s get brutally honest:
Salaries can’t compete with the cost of living. Eggs are expensive. Apartments are basically luxury hostels with plumbing problems. And God forbid you want to buy skincare or go on a vacation that doesn’t involve your aunt’s living room.
Capitalism has created a perfect storm:
Work more. Earn less. Be grateful. Smile. Post motivational quotes. Drink water. Manifest. And when all that fails, well… activate Plan B.
We’re not talking about a career change. We’re talking about “strategic partnerships.”
You know, the kind that starts with “Hey babe, I love spoiling you” and ends with a car, an allowance, and emotional damage.
Because in the gendered world of economics, women are often sold a dream:
Be independent, but don’t be broke. Be classy, but secure the bag. And don’t ask too many questions if the lifestyle isn’t adding up.
THE DOUBLE STANDARDS HIT HARD
When a man "hustles" in shady ways, society calls it street smart.
When a woman does the same? Suddenly, it’s “immoral,” “desperate,” or “shameless.”
Funny how that works, huh?
We live in a world where men are allowed to scam, scheme, and grind their way to glory, but the minute a woman monetizes attention, it’s the end of civilization. Everyone becomes a preacher with WiFi and a podcast mic.
Let’s not pretend. If a broke man suddenly appears with a Rolex, he’s praised. If a woman does the same, people start whispering about “what she had to do.”
Truth is, people don’t hate the game.
They just hate when someone else plays it better.
THE SOCIAL MEDIA CIRCUS
And then there’s Instagram:
The holy temple of flexing. Where everyone is rich, flawless, and permanently on vacation.
Except, it’s a façade.
A curated reel of designer bags, filtered skin, and misleading captions like “hard work pays.”
(Sis, please. We’ve seen the soft life, but where’s the spreadsheet?)
What you don’t see is the pressure it builds:
Young women constantly comparing themselves, wondering if they’re lazy, unlucky, or just not “manifesting” hard enough.
Spoiler alert: It's not you. It's the system. And it’s rigged.
Behind every “living my best life” post might be a sugar contract, a secret deal, or a silent struggle no one talks about. But we double-tap, save the post, and secretly hate our lives more.
SO WHAT NOW?
This isn’t about judging. This is about understanding.
We’re living in a world where survival has been rebranded as lifestyle.
Where dignity is optional if the rent is due and luxury is within arm’s reach, if you’re willing to pay with something other than cash.
But here’s the real plot twist:
What happens when we start normalizing this as a default path?
What happens when dignity becomes a luxury item too?
We need to talk about fate, yes, but also about systems. About the economy, misogyny, capitalism, and the digital illusion of "success." Because as long as bills keep piling and society keeps applauding luxury over values, the line between hustling and selling out will keep getting blurrier.
So next time you see a girl with a corporate title, a Chanel bag, and a lifestyle that screams “CEO of Soft Life,” just know: it might not be her job paying for it. It might just be fate, wearing heels, smiling, and minding her business.
And if that doesn’t make you rethink how we define success these days, nothing will.
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