Just finished The Nanny Diaries, by Nicola Kraus and Emma McLaughlin, a first-person novel based on their experiences as nannies to rich Manhattanites. It’s a great book, but reading it just makes me sick. It’s a work of fiction, yes, but I know plenty of people exist who are like the ones described in this book: rich, spoiled, self-centered, horrible to their servants and couldn’t-care-less about their children. Once again I give thanks for my own life. And thanks to my parents!
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]
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poop.
Rich people aren’t as lucky as they seem, yeah?
~Shra
Re: poop.
They should redistribute their wealth and then discover new meaning and fulfillment in their lives by trying to get by on only *gasp* one million a year.
Re: poop.
(I’d give them less, but hey, I don’t want to *kill* them. One million a year is like poverty to these people.)