Why do women seem to have an uncontrollable urge to splurge on narcissistic indulgences?
By Heather Wood Rudúlph and Athena D. Williams One woman’s narcissistic indulgence is another’s self-affirming need. Okay, that was my attempt at being politically correct, and I’m already over it. So, what, exactly defines narcissistic indulgence? Plastic tits, red-soled shoes that amount to the cost of the mortgage or rent, or the proliferation of the itty-bitty pooch and the hairless cooch? The truth is most of us love money, and I don’t see the harm in that. It makes life a hell of a lot easier. I do, however, question the why and the what. Why do we put ourselves in debt, take off our clothes for strangers (or senior citizens), or worse—date men we can’t stand to indulge our narcissistic needs? And what does that say about who we are? And, how do the lies that we tell ourselves to justify our borderline dubious actions cloud the soul? Most definitely, this is a multi-layered issue, and the answer is, I don’t quite know. I do know this—things can make us feel better about ourselves
