So, we’ve got unemployment at 9% and rising, we’ve got millions out of work, perhaps millions more about to be laid off. The country is essentially bankrupt, and this guy is whining about doorknobs that feel cheap and simpering because the receipt on his thousand dollar restaurant tab wasn’t written in calligraphy on hand-made parchment.
These comments are in the context of talking about the luxurious estate of some Bay Area Stephen Fowler type (his way of saying ‘Look who I get to hang with. Aren’t you impressed?’) and bragging about a meal that would buy two months of groceries for a family of four. (Once again, aren’t you so impressed?) I guess I’m supposed to envy a lifestyle that permits one to bitch about the quality of doorknobs and receipts, but I don’t.
Maybe it’s because I’m a conservative hick from flyover country that I don’t get why people need to show off and whine about stupid crap like this. But, my lifestyle is built around using things and loving people, not the other way around.