Men are good for only one thing in my book. Well, maybe two:  fixing a flat tire, and handing over large sums of cash.  I'm a high maintenance hottie with an appetite for the finer things in life.  Why should I work my lovely fingers to the bone in order to finance my lifestyle when I can simply send you out to earn what I need. 

Don't make enough to support me?  No problem.  Simply get a second job, or a third.  You want me to be happy don't you?  You're willing to work yourself into an early grave in order to earn my respect and affection...right?  That's what a real man would do.  Keep me in fine jewelry, expensive perfume, designer clothes and shoes, and I will treat you like a king.  Refuse me, and you'll incur the wrath of a redhead...not a pretty picture.

Money can buy happiness for us both, so pony up the cash and lets buy paradise together.