It’s that time of the year when volunteering for Burning Man is getting overwhelming. My inbox is exploding. Jibes are being taken. Feelings are getting hurt. And I’m sitting here with my hands on my temples, thinking I don’t even get paid for this!
Then I go home and watch the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills with their assistants, nannies, house managers, and money. God, these women are dripping in luxury. It’s pretty addicting.
I was listening to NPR one night and the program was about how people (particularly the lower and middle class) are fascinated by wealth. I mean, that’s pretty obvious. But think of the early TV programming like Falcon Crest and Dallas. No one thought the masses would want to watch a show about people they couldn’t relate to. Yet we do. Anyone remember Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous? That show was mesmerizing. Do you think the rich are watching the show? No, they’ve got better things to do. While all of us who aspire to that lifestyle are enthralled by it.
We have our first Airbnb transaction coming up next weekend. The guy’s LinkedIn profile has an abundance of academically-savory degrees so I think we got beginner’s luck. He’s quick with the email responses which I appreciate.
Where should we go next weekend?
Can you believe we are heading into the last month of the summer? Can we please get our own little heatwave?