I Know You Are, But What Am I?

I’m a little surprised at how infuriating I find this next story. Maybe it’s that someone lucking into wealth later in life and becoming a huge jerk about it feels much worse than someone born into wealth and being a huge jerk about it. At least the person who was born into wealth has never known otherwise; it’s a little more understandable that they’re completely out of touch.

But come on, buddy, you’re a schlub who can’t keep a business running, and the only reason you have any money at all is that you eventually married someone who was rich, and you still have the gall to complain about people who are “entitled”? Time to take a hard, long look in a mirror, buddy.