You are “hearted,” and if that man of yours gives you fits, we can send him Bambi killing with the Trophy Husband. (Note: double entendre…)

JY, I AM a Trophy Wife. Here’s the deal: I told my husband that I’d get all the plastic surgery to keep me young looking if he picked up the tab. My God a face-lift is about $15,000 — that’s the deposit on the divorce attorney’s Louis Vuitton briefcase. I actually am very good friends with several Trophy Wives (I’m married to a physician, what does that tell you?) and they are a lot of fun. But they also like to have babies before that biological clock rides into the sunset. So I’ve saved my husband the divorce attorney and at least $350,000 in future education/clothing/food/medical bills for another child….all for about $20K of plastic surgery, a second home for his heads (may be half a million but it’s an appreciating investment) and a few whopper Neimans bills. I’m telling you, move over Vikram Pandit, I should run Citigroup.