I think it’s a widely accepted assumption that having more money doesn’t make you a better person.
I don’t have a ton of money and I’m not a good person. Like, I have more money than some, I’m definitely not complaining about what I have. I’ve got more than enough cash to support the hobbies and desires I have. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think there’s a direct correlation between the cash you have and how well you treat others. If I had more money I’d probably just get better groceries (fancier cheeses), go on nicer holidays and maybe care a little bit less about buying that extra drink out at the bar. Perhaps I’d upgrade things once they wore down instead of continuing to use a product well after its efficiency had peaked. In short, I’d very likely be more wasteful than I am now. I’m not advocating for waste. I think humans are ruthlessly wasteful. I’d much prefer for resources to be readily available to those who needed them instead of me overeating instead of throwing things out. Restaurants are a hotbed of food waste and it fucking sucks. I mean, wait, I lick my plate, it’s not my problem.
Joking, obviously. As much as none of this is a joke, I have a deep seated desire to hear about just how wasteful those with means can be. I want to hear how bad it gets. What’s the extent of total disregard for property and personhood? The further you rise beyond the unwashed masses, the harder it has to be for people to remember what that was like, right? If you’re not dealing with everyday issues, you forget that those issues exist. Little as I’d like to humanise the fithy rich, I understand where that mentality comes from. Every now and again I forget people in my life. I dunno, someone I went on a date with or a friend I had early on in my Toronto life. Then a memory will pop up on Facebook and I’ll be like oh that’s right. She was a former pro dom and current primary school teacher who vanished when I went to the bathroom. I certainly can’t fault her reasoning. I’m sure rich people forget that fax machines exist every now and again or that someone once gave them a kidney.
How bad does it get once most people become numbers just like everything else. Are there rich people who abandoned a car because they’d had a couple of drinks and couldn’t be bothered getting a dial a driver? Or paid for a hotel room and decided to not go instead? How much food do rich people order for decoration? Like, I’ve seen butter sculptures. Do they ever just order a lobster platter because the colours would make a pleasing backdrop to their suite? Are there pop artists who just don’t show up to concerts because they can’t be bothered? Let the publicists/promoters handle it? How many houses have rich people bought, not as investments, but just as somewhere to crash for the weekend? I’m not saying I’d be better than that. I had a flash in the pan idea of buying one of those Detroit $1 houses and going there to camp with friends for a weekend, then letting it rot. It was only when logic kicked in and I realised I’d have to pay property tax that I backslid. Not because I’d be denying squatters a legitimate pad.
Do rich people buy out movie theaters for themselves? Or fly around in planes like teenagers loiter in cars? Travel just to travel, with no destination other than the journey? A victory lap or something? Are there keurig machines in every room of every house (because of course rich people don’t actually have taste) because they once had a cup and liked it? How many unused pools exist just to sunbathe around? How many lavish feasts have been ordered through room service that go uneaten ’cause they’ve had too many drugs and ruined their appetites? Don’t even get me started on champagne spraying. Man, rich people are shitbags.
I just wanna know how bad they really are. I’m sure it’s worse than I could imagine.