Our Classless Society
Everyone has to deal with obstacles, after all, so most everyone can relate to / empathize with struggle; whereas we don’t all get trust funds or rich, supportive partners. Those are distributed inequitably. But so, for that matter, is talent.
If you want to spend astronomical amounts to have chi chi vegan foodstuffs delivered to your door, God bless. I’ll be over here, saving my pennies so that I can be a tree when I die.
What will said oligarchs and financiers get for their zeros? Space. Some amenities. A view. The knowledge that they are blocking out the sun, much like Mr. Burns once did in Springfield, before he came to a bad end.
Of course, room, board, and entertainment cost her $164,000 a year, but she gets to travel the world and dance every night. Maybe she’ll even meet a Jack Dawson!
How does one write a story about women and wealth on TV and not mention “Roseanne”? Or HBO’s recent reboot of “Mildred Pierce,” for that matter?
The man I will always think of as Beetlejuice won a Golden Globe last night for his performance in the heady, propulsive comedy Birdman. In his emotional acceptance speech, Michael Keaton revealed that his original name is Michael Douglas. (The other famous Michael Douglas with whom you might be familiar is the firstborn son of actor Kirk Douglas, who became Hollywood royalty but started from very modest circumstances: he was born Issur “Izzy” Danielovitch to Russian-Jewish immigrants in New York.) This Douglas also revealed that he grew up rough:
In the household in which I was raised, the themes were pretty simple: Work hard, don’t quit, be appreciative, be thankful, be grateful, be respectful, also to never whine ever, never complain, and, always, for crying out loud, keep a sense of humor.
My name’s Michael John Douglas, I’m from Forest Grove, Pennsylvania. I’m the son — seventh child — of George and Leona Douglas. And I don’t ever remember a time when my father didn’t work two jobs. When my mother wasn’t saying the rosary or going to mass or trying to take care of seven kids in a rundown farmhouse, she was volunteering at the Ohio Valley Hospital where I was born in the hallway.
It was a rousing speech, and it reminded me that we in America love stories of hardship, as long as they have happy endings.
I don’t really know anyone who does this, who puts money in real estate rather than mutual funds, who buys property beyond the property they need to live in. Anyone besides Donald Trump, I guess I should say, and he’s not exactly my kind of role model.
Balance remains elusive, or perhaps just expensive.