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Pastimes : Another Good Reason Not To Be Married -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: gypsy who wrote (5840)	2/18/2000 6:41:00 PM
From: Lola	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 6545

He sounds like a sick man. She sounds like she could use some help too unfortunately. I hope these two don't end up having any children together ... what a mess that would be. And he is not handsome or sexy looking..geez... Neither is Prince Charles. You can turn a frog into a Prince but what happens if the Prince is a frog? LOL Lola:)

To: gypsy who wrote (5840)	2/18/2000 8:11:00 PM
From: 10K a day	Respond to of 6545

Blew my fantasy! I thought you were LOL..a!..... -g-

To: gypsy who wrote (5840)	2/18/2000 8:19:00 PM
From: KM	Respond to of 6545

Gee I wish I had known that would be on. I could have watched it while eating dinner and spared myself about 500 calories. In other words, GAG ME!!! Message 12849893 Let's see if we can assemble a room full of mimbos to compete for one of us! LOL!!! P.S. I'm STILL logged onto Realtick trolling around to see if I can find a sucker to sell me something REAL cheap <G>

To: gypsy who wrote (5840)	2/19/2000 9:59:00 AM
From: KM	Respond to of 6545

FEBRUARY 21, 2000 Love and Nasdaq By Alan Abelson Right before our very eyes -- and those of some 23 million other mesmerized spectators -- the New Economy transformed an old institution. The medium in which this miraculous change was effected was television and, more specifically, the network of Rupert Murdoch, a visionary equally famous for his exploitation of high tech and low taste. The institution transformed was marriage. And the singular occasion was a two-hour presentation entitled Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire? As it happens, a vast number of young women did, and the thousands of eager would-be Mrs. Multmillionaires was trimmed to five finalists, one of whom, after prancing about and making nice, was chosen by the man of many bucks (a clean-cut type who took his mom along to help him make up his mind). Lickety-split, having known each other for two minutes (or time enough for four commercials), they were married on the spot and presumably will live happily ever after or until the reruns are over. No sooner did the happy couple slip off to their nuptial bower (which was decorously festooned with c-notes and discreetly fitted out with a mattress filled with down plucked from golden geese) than howls of outrage sounded throughout this fair land. The litany of complaints ranged across the capacious spectrum of pejoratives: Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire? was demeaning to women, made a mockery of the sanctity of marriage, shamelessly subverted tradition, was blasphemous, obscene, sexist, disgusting, degrading and thoroughly icky. Well, sure. But we diffidently submit that such violent criticism ignores the show's considerable redeeming features. It got great ratings, proving that programming devoted to family values can draw a huge audience. And in contrast to the usual television portrayal, it cast CEOs in a highly favorable light. The bridegroom's resume, remember, lists his occupation as "corporate comedian." Most of all, as suggested, Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire? dramatically upgraded a venerable but -- let's face it -- awfully creaky institution so that it is now suitable for the New Economy. The entire process was a marvel of efficiency in terms of both time and money. Compared to the months, sometimes even years, squandered on courtship, a mere two hours were required to bring this marriage to fruition. And instead of the thousands of dollars spent on the typical formal wedding with all the trappings, total outlay here was 10 bucks by the bride for a French manicure and three bucks by the groom for a shine (with tip). In short, thanks to Mr. Murdoch and his forward-looking crew, we were present at the creation of a new marriage format perfectly tailored to the needs of the swelling ranks of the New Economy, whose hallmark is productivity -- which translates, in everyday language, into squeezing more out of every dollar, every second, every breath. And, as luck would have it, the TV show was unbelievably relevant, since everyone in the New Economy will be a multimillionaire, except maybe for the wretched few who are stock-deprived (and who knows, gene therapy might even help them get with it). The glorious prospect of a multimillionaire in every home, be it ever so humble, is not our own little pipe dream. It's the stirring message conveyed by the results of a recent Gallup poll: The citizen-investors surveyed opined unequivocally that over the next decade, the stock market would return a gain of 19% a year.