A portrait of me, before I had to sell this fur coat and buy something shitty from the Gap.
Finally! Someone has recognized our plight. The NYT piece, “You Try to Live on 500K in This Town,” shows the proles just how much it takes to be an Upper East Side (liberal) elite. For me, it’s gotten so bad that I have to paint my nails at home and make a pot of stew to last the week. We’re about to start making bathtub Cristal here at the loft, too.
I mean, do commoners really understand that it’s imperative to have a chauffer who can also double as a bodyguard (two for one price, isn’t that money saving)? And its not like you can lump your progeny in with the tattered-clothes juicebox-slurping kids at a public school. After all, if the education is free, it just can’t be that good.
So I’m thankful that our troubles have been acknowledged. It’s just not easy to buy a living duck and force feed it, attempting feebly to make foie gras at home.
