Comments on: The good times are killing me

By: Ruthie

Ruthie — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 05:32:49 +0000

The rich are SO NOT like you and me that I wonder why being like them is considered an admirable aspiration.

FYI: There are programs available through the manufacturers of Rx meds for persons who can’t afford medications that are not off-patent to provide these medications at low or no cost. These programs are not well publicized–god forbid the Border Patrol should miss an opportunity to prey on non-rich Citizens going to Mexico for lower priced Rx meds–thus depriving the rest of us of important object lessons regarding morality, such as the necessity of paying full price.

By: dstatton

dstatton — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 16:20:24 +0000

I will never sell my Patek Philippe! Never!

Anyone interested in a mint Vacheron Constantine?

By: makeitstop

makeitstop — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 16:06:39 +0000

Gee, and here we’ve been led to believe that everything about being rich is so much better; better clothes, better food, better sex, etc. But having better friends? Not so much.

Really, if I had friends that shallow and predatory then, well, uh, I guess I’d be rich. But instead I have these wonderful people who help you when you are down, celebrate your successes, and generally are truthful and supportive because that’s what us low-life po’ folk call friends.

By: ceo1

ceo1 — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:00:22 +0000

Tbogg
Have you written any screen plays and marched them over to hollywood?

Yeah sure you hanen’t.

By: ericblair

ericblair — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 13:24:50 +0000

Notice all the boo-hooing by the horsie set about what their asshole rich friends think. George Orwell wrote an interesting essay about how it was much easier to be British and upper lower class, where you blow your money and don’t care what others think, than lower middle class, where you blow all your money on a servant and classes while eating crap and having your shoes fall apart just to keep up appearances. But oh no, there’s no class system in America, dammit.

Funny enough, enough blubbering about how you had to sell the minor Picasso and now you don’t get invited to the right parties any more doesn’t seem to endear you to the people trying to figure out which flavor of Dog Chow tastes best with powdered milk. Occasionally it gets you a date with Mr. Guillotine if you keep it up long enough. Just sayin.

By: aimai

aimai — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 11:33:28 +0000

I actually have a friend who grew up the way that article implies–her father had been a wealthy shoe manufacturer who went broke. They continued living in the mansion and he and his wife continued going to the “club” but the children were raised on almost nothing–and I mean her memories of family meals are incredibly bizarre and impoverished–and went to public schools all while the parents kept up appearances. ah, well.

aimai

By: Putnik

Putnik — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:01:36 +0000

Agreed. To quote a favorite t-shirt of the 60s, “Eat the Rich!”. With the provisio, “Beware the indigestion!”

By: MichaelHarrington

MichaelHarrington — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 08:01:37 +0000

I liked this bit better when Kevin Bacon did it during the Faber College riot at the end of Animal House

By: dsidhe

dsidhe — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 08:00:33 +0000

*sigh* Carefree. Also, they probably can afford their medications, unlike some of the rest of us…

By: dsidhe

dsidhe — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 07:59:32 +0000

Gee, you might almost think the rich are thin more because they have crafree lives and nutritionists and trainers on tap rather than because they’re inherently morally superior to the rest of us white trash types…