Not too long ago, I posted about a controversy at a small college at which the National Delta Zeta sorority came in and chased away all the “sisters” who were overweight, of color or handicapped.  The local sorority girls got their panties in a wad and called their Indiana Univ. sisters “plastic” blondes.  Now, the whole sorority is off campus and there’s a national debate about sororities.

“Plastic” is, as most of you know, also a phrase used to describe credit cards as well as women with good looks but no brains.  Most “plastic” women, one may suppose, rely heavily on their “plastic” to maintain their unelastic lifestyles.

As has been well documented here, it was only last summer that I made my move to get “plastic” out of my life.  I radically rearranged my finances and lifestyle to leave the credit card culture behind and keep nothing but a paid up Amex and a paid up Texaco/Shell card.

I hereby also give up “plastic” as in women as well.

For me, many women have much in common with my addiction to credit cards.  They are very handy to have about.  They are very good for instant gratification of a moment’s impulse.  They can provide a very entertaining weekend.

But, OH, the payback is a bitch.  (pun intended)

The higher the interest, the more difficult it is on the back end.

Of the deal, that is. 

I’ll leave those of you so inclined, declined or reclined to continue the pun … er … fun.

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