“The rich are different from us”, said F. Scott Fitzgerald…
- Christina in Tunisia
http://www.argentinepost.com/2008/11/barack-obama-calls-cristina-fernandez.html
“Yes, they have more money” Ernest Hemingway famously replied. He was right about that being the defining difference, because it’s my experience that rich people are just as confused and unhappy and misdirected and selfish and stupid as anybody else, if not more so. I am thinking in particular of a recent example in my own life, of a certain very privileged someone who has been driving me up the wall. This isn’t Christina Kirchner, the President of Argentina (pictured) but she could be mistaken for her across a crowded drawing room in Ricoleta. Roxana as we will call her, is another stinking rich matriarch whose life is a parade of decorating shops, restaurants and concertos. In other words just about as privileged as you can imagine, and she has never really known it to be any other way. Of late Roxana’s sole topic of conversation has been the global economic meltdown and how terrible it all is. This is someone who could sell a few of her paintings and antiques and live modestly but comfortably for the rest of her life. I’m the one who should be panicking, but of course I am trying not to. Such selfishness. Perhaps I am better off staying a hobo with as much taste for low life as for the high. Speaking of which, I have to get dressed for a “Burlesque Ball” I’m going to this evening.
Rich in their afterlife: Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires
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um…a burlesque ball? what does one wear to such an event??
Well I wore the same thing I always wear to such occasions, my black evening suit. But there was a lot of Victorian corsetry, fishnet stocking and Moulin Rouge era costumery on display. It was retro, hip, sexy: what more could one possibly ask for?