Rey C.
Racing is life... anything else is just waiting.
Let's assume she really had problems with marrying Hefner and the Playboy lifestyle and she didn't go through with it because she knew she'd be unhappy. That makes her a dumb bitch?
No, we don't know if she's dumb or smart. I don't think this (by itself) says much about her intelligence.
But if a woman marries a rich man for money most of you will say that makes her a whore. Talk about double standards.
Well, there are a lot of terms for that. Some more vulgar than others. But rather than tip-toe around it, I think it's better (more honest) to just call it what it is: it was to be a "kept" relationship. It doesn't make either one of them a bad person. As long as both parties are cool with it, who are we to judge? Where it gets sort of vile and distasteful is when it goes the way of that skank from the Real Housewives of OC show (Gretchen something), who "married" the old fellow who was battling cancer (Jeff Beitzel)... while she screwed around on him. I didn't know him - and I don't watch that show. But an old friend of mine has been a fixture at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, just as Jeff Beitzel was. So I got to hear all the juicy gossip about the dying gearhead and the saucy tart. Jeff had made a fair amount of money in his life in the automotive engineering field - very smart guy! But age and poor health were catching up with him. So he (somehow) wound up with this ditzy, garish girl, who was half his age... who had probably less than half his IQ (from what I'm told, she's dumber than a bag of hair). Like Hefner, Jeff was vain enough and superficial enough that he just wanted something pretty on his arm. But unlike Heff, he didn't have his attorney "approve" the relationship (so she got money that could/should have gone to his kids), and he didn't just give her too much leash, he didn't even put a leash on that hound dog. But Heff has been around the block a few dozen times. He had his lawyer craft a pretty short leash. I assume this girl didn't like the length of the leash... so she left his yard.
No double standard that I can see. As these kinds of relationships go, this one was probably one of the more honest propositions. And if it didn't work for one or the other, best that they just go their own way. He'll find another candy girl and she'll find another sugar daddy. They'll both be OK, I'm sure.