Yeah, I just want to know more about the "South LA" family that played loud music, took a bunch of equity out of their house, then sold it for 400+k at the very top of the market.
@Belabras ate my dingo!: yeah, then Malvina went and wrote a bunch of stuff for Sesame Street, for all those terrible boring tickey-tackey children living in those terrible tickey-tackey houses. What are we, 15 and terminally alienated from our well-off parent's lifestyle?
@shostakobitch: You know, the aerial view of a planned community usually makes me break out in hives, but your comment puts the balzac in cul-de-sac, baby.
Loathing aside, this post makes me thirsty for a gin gimlet. Of course, to be sipped as I listen to the twinkling of the birds as they flutter above the BQE traffic on a pleasant summers eve, not drowning out the background scene of Girl Talk and canapes.
Ugh. "Summer whites"? It's actually chilly in the evenings here, not summer at all yet. Gauche. "Champagne fountains"? Well if McInerney is involved, at least it's not cocaine troughs. For the 25th season in a row, I'm vexed by the parvenus. And that's NOT because my invitation was misplaced, mind you.
(What's a Claire Danes, anyhow? Are they marrying polo ponies now? To the fainting couch..)
I actually felt bad for her until she got to all the things she'd miss. She worked hard her life, had breaks good and bad, and made something of herself. Cool. Life was good to her, and there's no reason she shouldn't enjoy herself.
Then, through no fault of her own, she's lost everything. I get that. I feel for that. The sense of injustice and outrage must be overwhelming.
But...listen, chicky, you've got your health, you've got whatever talents have gotten you this far in life. If the worst thing you have to face is is not using expensive French milled soap and not touring Laos again and having to ride the shame train, shut the fuck up. Stop whining, count your remaining blessings, and get back to work. Because that whining self-pity? That'll do you in faster than anything, and there are a lot of people a lot worse off.
@Hydroceph: But you are forgetting that she lost her money in a mo-fo Ponzi scheme. Which means she's a fucking moron who never took the time to learn "if it sounds too good to be true, it is too good to be true."
@rocknrollunicorn: but no one voluntarily signs up for a Ponzi scheme, right? Maybe she just thought whatshisface had a really good record.
and why am i wasting the energy empathizing? Maybe i just want some of the rich left alone so that when things finally go blooey some are still nice and tender. You know, for when we have to eat them.
"I began to think about my options: I'd have to sell all my underwear on the internet immediately. I'd need to lay off the coke. I could cancel my therapy and self diagnose online. I only needed one vibrator. I'd have to stop taking my antipsychotics. And who could highlight my character flaws for almost no money? And how hard was it to give yourself a really good Brazilian wax?"
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(What's a Claire Danes, anyhow? Are they marrying polo ponies now? To the fainting couch..)
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Then, through no fault of her own, she's lost everything. I get that. I feel for that. The sense of injustice and outrage must be overwhelming.
But...listen, chicky, you've got your health, you've got whatever talents have gotten you this far in life. If the worst thing you have to face is is not using expensive French milled soap and not touring Laos again and having to ride the shame train, shut the fuck up. Stop whining, count your remaining blessings, and get back to work. Because that whining self-pity? That'll do you in faster than anything, and there are a lot of people a lot worse off.
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and why am i wasting the energy empathizing? Maybe i just want some of the rich left alone so that when things finally go blooey some are still nice and tender. You know, for when we have to eat them.
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I feel you, dawg.
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