Vanity. No limit to the insanity.
I have been pondering this topic for quite a while, so when I read about a pair of $18,000 blue jeans in 944 Magazine, I blew a gasket.
“The diamonds set in white 14K gold on the back pockets depict snow on 7th Avenue, as it would be during the holidays,” according to Chasi Prasad, Wynn’s Bishop of Seventh co-founder. (What is ole’ Chasi smokin? And can I have some? I wanna see the winter wonderland.)
Bottomline: We just have too damn much money on our hands.
I am in Sin City, Las Vegas, at the Hard Rock of all places. Sex, beauty, money, and glamour rules here. Yeah, it’s fun to watch, but at the end of the day, it makes me very sad because I don’t get it.
Ladies, do we really need a $20, 000 designer handbag?
Martha strutting into court with her now famous Hermes bag. (Rent here)
Is it crucial to have a diamond encrusted ass?
Do we need to have liposuction on our feet to fit into Jimmy Choos?
Jimmy Choo addicts can’t live without several pairs of these babies.
Are we really this pathetic? I use the word pathetic, in a nice way, if that’s possible. Pathetic because this screams “I HAVE NO SELF ESTEEM.”
Why? Because its just so totally over the top, and selfish, I can’t take it.
How in the hell do you march up and down the street in such silly clothing and accessories without noticing the homeless guy sleeping against his shopping cart?
Sure, we all deserve nice things. We work hard for our money, it’s ok to spend it, but what happened to spending wisely?
This is way the hell out of hand.