“No romance, without finance. ‘Cause ain’t nothing going on, but the rent!” If you’re thirty-plus, you definitely remember the late Gwen Guthrie’s 1986 anthem. You couldn’t go anywhere without hearing that song on the radio.
My memory of the song was from my mother’s friend and co-worker, Cre. She was a “fly-girl” and it was clear you had to have a “j-o-b,” if you wanted to be with her. Actually, that was a non-negotiable requirement for all of the women who were single while I was growing up. If you were dating a man, he at least better be able to help with some bills.
