What the hell is with these?
My wife is addicted to them - it's nothing but a bunch of self-centered rich assholes who think they life is the most important thing in the world.
"Oh, my life is so hard because when we went to Italy for a month and a half one of our servants didn't speak a lot of English".
"Oh my life is so hard because I have 500,000 dresses but nothing that looks good on me"
"Oh my life is so hard because my cook hasn't learned how to make shark fin soup perfectly"
"Oh my life is so hard because I have to pay someone to walk my (insert trendy toy-breed dog)."
Try STFU and then live a few weeks like the rest of us where we have to work, don't have dozens of servants waiting on us all day, kissing our asses. Try pumping your own gas, buying your own groceries, driving your own car, and making do with a fraction of those dresses.
The sad part is that they get paid to do these shows - so they're getting richer for bragging to the rest of us at how rich they are.
Do something good - sell 499,900 of those dresses and use the money to help build up a run down community. Use your millions of dollars to help build a library. Have your show cameras follow you and spend a day volunteering at the local animal shelter (and I don't mean playing with the animals, I mean getting on your hands and knees - cleaning out crates, feeding them, doing actual work).
My wife is addicted to them - it's nothing but a bunch of self-centered rich assholes who think they life is the most important thing in the world.
"Oh, my life is so hard because when we went to Italy for a month and a half one of our servants didn't speak a lot of English".
"Oh my life is so hard because I have 500,000 dresses but nothing that looks good on me"
"Oh my life is so hard because my cook hasn't learned how to make shark fin soup perfectly"
"Oh my life is so hard because I have to pay someone to walk my (insert trendy toy-breed dog)."
Try STFU and then live a few weeks like the rest of us where we have to work, don't have dozens of servants waiting on us all day, kissing our asses. Try pumping your own gas, buying your own groceries, driving your own car, and making do with a fraction of those dresses.
The sad part is that they get paid to do these shows - so they're getting richer for bragging to the rest of us at how rich they are.
Do something good - sell 499,900 of those dresses and use the money to help build up a run down community. Use your millions of dollars to help build a library. Have your show cameras follow you and spend a day volunteering at the local animal shelter (and I don't mean playing with the animals, I mean getting on your hands and knees - cleaning out crates, feeding them, doing actual work).


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