The professions have far too much in common.Here's a bit of bio from her MySpace page:
"When I was 17, I left home. It was my decision and I've never looked back. Left my hometown. Left a broken family. Left abuse ... I have been alone. I have abused drugs. I have been broke and homeless. But, I survived, on my own. I am here, in NY because of my music."You can listen to her music here. You can even buy a song of hers for a lot less than $4000, but then, you don't get the lyrics and liner notes, do you?
Let's be honest here. Whatever stupid young men do, pumped full of streaming hormones, we do in the hopes of meeting a woman like Ashley.
Some men go to Wall Street, earn millions selling financial instruments secured by subprime mortgages, and get to sneak off on the sly with the Ashleys of the world without the FBI poking their noses in between the Mayfair's 400-count cotton sheets.
However, if you eschew the big bucks, go into politics and make it your life's work to hold others to high ethical standards, then Ashley is off-limits to you, my friend. W-a-a-ay off limits.
It's something to think about on a Thursday afternoon.
P.S. Then there are those of us who come to our senses, find a beautiful woman closer to home, marry her, have children, and live golden lives, tanned by the daily blessings of domestic sunshine. And we never once think of the Ashleys of the world. Not once.