Базовый минимум

Somewhere between sarcasm and reality, that classic male "well, you're no angel either" was born. It seems simple enough: she's all gloss, manicures, and demands like "iPhone or ring," while he's sharp-tongued and allergic to ostentatious luxury. This isn't about love, it's about a bargain where feelings have long gone into the red, and respect is dispensed in small portions, like a trainee's salary. To the beat and a sneer, the eternal theme is spoken - the mismatch between expectations and budget. He wants peace, she wants attention in a package subscription. And between them is the "basic minimum" as a new philosophy of relationships: don't see, don't write, don't build illusions. It's all honest, human... and strangely familiar.