And Speaking Of Dr. Phil ...

Last night's was a repeat of his show on gold diggers and trophy wives. The dizzy broads, who will now go down in infamy for telling the world they are after a guy's money (trying not to get tangential and talk about the busted "to'e up from the flo' up," older woman who won't date a man who makes less than $700K), had me just as baffled as the guy who tests his "dates" by giving them his credit card to buy a new outfit for one of his big time events and seeing how much they buy and spend.

"You can feel a woman out," he says. "If she needs something and you give her a credit card and say, 'Go ahead and buy an outfit so you look good at this event tonight,' and she buys the outfit, five pairs of shoes, gets her girl a dress ... you know, technically, she's not looking out for your interests."
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"For me, absolutely. It's about love. I keep saying love because everybody wants a good soulmate. When you're sick and you're old, you want to be with someone who will take care of you — not try to poison you so you can die and she can keep your money. I mean, come on!

My problem is that if he is all that and a bag of chips, why is he dating the kind of women who need him to buy them an outfit? Is he their daddy? If he's all up in the mix of the rich and famous, why the heck isn't he trying to find a soulmate amongst women on his level? Why doesn't he know any women who have their own wardrobe on hand or who can afford to go out and buy their own dresses for special occassions? (On a smaller scale, I've listened to too many educated, professional men complain about chickenheads, hoochies and welfare mamas trying to take them for a ride but fail to understand why they are even traveling in circles where this is the kind of women they meet ... That's rhetorical. You know why).

The show was entertaining, to say the least, but illustrated why there will, forever, be a battle of the sexes.