Spending money on items that are not of a necessity, when there are things that you actually do need; Not making wise economic choices with one's money for the sake of appearing "cool" or wealthy; Vanity.
Ghetto fabulous = My co-worker drives a Benz truck but still lives in an apartment in the hood.
i.e. A wiser decision would be to buy a house and drive a more moderate vehicle.
ghetto fabulous chickenhead hood rich mercedes hood
Oh I dunno, something about this entry caught my eye. I heard the Boardfolk tonight on channel IV splainin' themselves now that Carl Paladino has openly and publicly called them out for selecting another black Superintendent. The precious Mrs. Kapsiak explained that she and her cohorts know first hand what is required for a good Superintendent. She then offered a mini litany of must haves in a Superintendent : a PhD in education, uhhhh, and foreign language. Yeah that's it.
Well how on earth would this dear lady know a good superintendent when she obviously found Amber Dixon unsatisfactory. The Super before Dixon was run out of town on a rail along with his doctorate, allegedly, and his fluency in jive. The Super before Williams, James Harris, was likewise sent packing after a series of gaffes, a reported paramour who Harris was warned to keep away from the funds with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Amazingly this same grants office worker was also arrested on an airplane for stealing the wallet of a fellow passenger in flight. Harris's foreign language from what the lore tells us was the language of love. And with these 2 charlatans run off like some characters from a Huckleberry Finn sideshow as role models I have to ask what makes the new Board President so sure she could find the ground with both feet let alone spot a good Superintendent ?
p.s. just for a scream check out this snippet from Betty Jean Grant writing in The Challenger on the shameful and disrespectful treatment the Board of education showed the esteemed James Williams as he was busily stuffing the Emerson Hospitality silverware and Chop House breath mints into his carpetbag...