Living the Snooty Life, Dahlings
I’m so high above you that you look like a little ant, muhahaha!
For a very brief period, I associated with a group of wealthy 40-50-somethings in an upscale section of Nashville. It was fun for awhile, but then I found the conversation to be insufferable. They really and truly acted like something snobby out of a fictional television show.
“Dahling, did you hear about this fabulous new spa that just opened? They use dead baby seals for facials.”
“No, Mitzi, I didn’t. But have you heard about the homeless people on 5th Avenue? I attached one to a broom the other day and the oil from his hair made a fabulous conditioner for my hardwoods.”
They both cackled wildly as they dabbed the caviar off the sides of their lips.
Okay, that didn’t really happen, but you get the point. Rich, snobby, dead inside. Moving on…
The thing that really got me was their references to the high rise building they all lived in. Teeny tiny apartments condos that sold for ridiculous amounts of money. Everyone lived in a shoebox with a breathtaking view of the Nashville skyline. They even had a 10×10 “balcony” to step out on and enjoy.
Let’s say the building was called The Veranda (it wasn’t, but we’ll pretend it was). All I heard about was The Veranda. One guy actually posted a Facebook status saying, “I need to get away from The Veranda this weekend.”
What the fuck, dude?! It’s a building in Nashville. You live in a building. A stupid, overpriced building. And there is no sign on the outside! No fucking sign. I had such a hard time finding it because it’s sandwiched between other buildings and there is just one very discreet entrance to the parking garage.
So one night, I arrived, feeling very flustered at the 20 minutes I’d spent circling the block, trying to find it. I asked one of the women, “How do I know when I’m here without a sign on the building?”
Her response was simple. “Because, dahling, it’s The Veranda. You don’t need a sign, you just know when you’ve arrived.”
Whatever, bitch. I was so over that whole scene. If that’s what it means to be wealthy, I’d rather stick to being modest and happy. 
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Sounds like the Veranda needs a good dose of homeless people hanging out front.
They actually did, but one of the guys told me they’d had the homeless people “moved” down the street. True story.
I’ll join you in your club,if you don’t mind.
Absolutely!
Arrogant assholes! They truly live in another world!….Joe
LOL!! But the other extreme is grad school where everyone suffers from a poverty complex. Hugely depressing seeing people in their late 20′s and early 30′s scrounging for free food at campus events they haven’t even been invited to.
I can remember being at a party in Palm Beach and a friend of mine being asked if she lived on the “island”. Translated: if you lived in West Palm Beach then you were pretty much out of your league & should go home….now that’s snooty!