Joneses what

I know people who try to keep up with the Joneses' every day. And why wouldn't they want to? It seems like we all want to be like them in one way or another. The Joneses' seem to have a limitless amount of money. They seem to have all the buying power. They have all of their ducks in a row. Perfect family life with all their American Dreams fulfilled. Polo this, Jimmy Choo that, Maserati pushing, perfect teeth having (actually don't most people's veneers make them look like they stole Mr. Ed's teeth or is that just me), 2.5 kids with a dog in a quarter to a half million dollar house people.(*this is just for those Joneses' out there. There are some people who can legitimately afford a house like this and all of the accouterments with no worries. Well Hakunah Matata to you and I hope to be you one day but, today is not the day to pretend).

Of course we know the truth. The Joneses' are broke. They are conned into believing this image of the fabulous life you can achieve if you just have one of these phones and one of those cars etc. They are in a perpetual cycle of living paycheck to paycheck trying to attain the unattainable. They gotta have the latest, the new new, the you ain't got deez, the you ain't up on this. However; the must haves keep the Joneses' must broke.

I am not saying this to say that I am above being a Jones. I am by far not the opposite of the Joneses'. It's hard to tell myself no. When I am angry the first thing that comes to mind is "go to the mall". The second thing is "Barnes N Noble." Third is "Ah hell go to DSW." To which I have to tell my demons "yes I could go there but, I am wasting gas and I can't buy anything because I am broke."

I see my coworkers come in with fly new shirts or nice shoes. I make a mental notes to try to find some just like that. I know I can't afford it but, the Joneses' I want disease is a potent little bastard. I get e-mails on my phone showing the most beautiful shoes and I have to immediately show my coworker who has similar taste in fashion to myself. I know I shouldn't show her because, I am perpetuating her Jonesing but, it's the evil in me (muha ha ha ha). I figure if I can't have them I'd rather watch someone else rock them. She still lives under the Jones condition that I am fighting to claw my way out of. I know I should help her see the light but, you know the saying that you can't show anyone anything they aren't ready to hear.

Well hear me now Bloggers. The Joneses' are a strong ass family and they need to kick the bucket. Every single one of them. I am rebuking you Joneses'. I am riding my car till the wheels fall off. Which might not be long from now considering I keep accidentally putting the car in 2nd gear and trying to accelerate. Anyone, who has done this understand my pain. My clothes are old and raggedy and I can't wait until the day that I can buy quality clothes without using a piece of plastic with an interest rate attached. That day is coming. I can feel it. I am not above shopping or by any means an anti-consumerist. I am against accumulating more debt. Debt is the most handicapping feeling out there. I feel stuck when it comes to debt. I look forward to saying "F U Joneses I'm free," or as Sincaid said in Amistad "Give us, us free Biyatch" (okay so maybe not the last word but, you understand where I am coming from).

"Sexual Chocolate!" dropping the mic. Exit stage right (ahhh memories Coming to America)

D.C. leaving her soap box