We all saw the now famous “Real Housewives of Atlanta” episode where Ms. NeNe Leakes declared to the world that she is “very rich bitch.” Shortly after the episode aired Leakes took to the Twitttersphere to once again remind us of her wealth, tweeting about her 10-piece Louis Vuitton collection and pointing out that the used car she bought on the show for her eldest son was in fact his second car.

So you fancy huh NeNe? Or at least that’s what the made for TV reality star wants us to think.

After watching the episode I couldn’t help but think about all of the “NeNe’s” of the world with a similar disposition. You know the types, the label lusters, the one-uppers who are fabulous in their own minds. They opt to buy the purse smothered with the words “Gucci” or “Coach” (no offense to you signature bag lovers) over the classic leather bag, and find a strange, orgasmic-like pleasure in the fact that they’re doing well and everyone knows it.

Ladies why some of us feel the need to wear our success on our sleeves I do don’t know. If you got it, please don’t flaunt it. If you have to remind people that you are the Joneses then chances are you’re probably not. Do you really think that people with real money are spending their time letting us know they have money or are they too busy making and playing with their millions to even care about what the world thinks. When did the personal satisfaction of you knowing you’re doing well not become enough?

Nowadays it’s not sufficient to simply buy a pair of Louboutin’s, it’s become customary to post the photos on Facebook, Twitter and any other place you’re bound to garner a little bit of attention. You revel in the fact that the world now knows that you too can buy a $1,500 pair of shoes (at least this month). But braggers beware, my mother always said when you have to tell people what you have it’s because you’ve most likely never had anything nice.

I get it; you work hard, finally have some extra money in your bank account and want everyone to be as happy for you as you are of yourself. But gloating is a helluva durg and one that I’ve fallen victim to more times than I’d like to admit. Last year when I bought an iPad I felt it was my obligatory right to immediately update my Facebook status after leaving the checkout counter. And I must admit that people’s congratulatory and somewhat envious comments were a temporary ego booster.

But the mark of a true diva isn’t the amount of labels in her closet or the number of zeroes in her bank account; it’s the fact that the world recognizes her as a diva without her ever having to flaunt a thing.

While modesty is certainly a learned behavior, it’s also an art form we all must acquire if we hope to achieve true prosperity someday.

Clutchettes we want to hear from you. Is it okay to brag or should you keep your accomplishments to yourself?

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