The struggle is real

These are The Crazy Years:

The struggles of the impoverished are well documented. But how about the unique pain and struggle associated with being wealthy in New York City?

Won't you feel sorry for poor Helen?

For instance: Helen, a stay-at-home mom with an annual family income of $2 million, describes herself as “in the middle, in the sense that there are so many people with so much money. They have private planes. They have drivers. They have all these things.”

This made me laugh out loud:

Nicole, who used some of her multimillion-dollar inheritance to buy an upscale Manhattan apartment, argues that she’s entitled to her home because she helped decorate it: “I did paint all the walls. I mean, now they’ve been repainted by professionals . . . I didn’t do the best job in the world. But I worked — you know, I put a lot of elbow grease into this. This was not, like, handed to me on a platter. I feel like we worked for it. Through, like, physical labor.”

The mental gymnastics to avoid the plain truth: you're fortunate to be born into wealth.

Seriously, why do you care what other people think? The potent and poisonous emotion of envy is not going away any time soon. Some people will hate your gold-plated guts regardless of how you behave.