More people who better hope I don't become dictator!
Usually, my anger is aimed vaguely at idiotic celebrities like Pauly Shore (Gordon's suggestion to be sent to Siberia) or Kenny G (Harvey's bete noir) - both excellent suggestions, gentlemen - which is why I don't explain who will be sent to the camps when I'm dictator. Suddenly, however, there's an outbreak of stupidity that must be controlled!
In yesterday's Arizona Republic, this story about "gold-collar" workers appeared. It was about people (mostly 18-24-year-olds) who bought extravagant things on salaries that couldn't support them. It made me sick. Here are some excerpts:
"I'm really in awe of name-brand things," said Garcia [who's 23], who moved back in with her parents to pay off mounting credit-card debt. "I want to feel glamorous." [Emphasis mine, because it's important later.]
"This is the best-dressed, least-able, least-equipped generation ever," Pierpoint said. "If you're 24 or 25 and you're still at home, you're not doing a lot of things, like paying your own utilities. They are in some ways very experienced, but they are more coddled than other generations." [Emphasis mine again.]
Garcia has never heard the term [gold-collar], but her lifestyle and spending habits fit the bill: She once exchanged $305 Chanel sunglasses for $325 Christian Dior shades because her friend had bought the same pair. [You guessed it.]
"I want everyone to look at me. I want to have a lot of attention," [Garcia] said. "I realize how shallow it sounds, but you know what? It's just what I like. I can't help what I like."
[Jason Leong, 24] holds up his right wrist to show off a prized find, a canvas Christian Dior bracelet. "This one was $180," he said, [for canvas????] "but it makes me happy, so it's worth it."
Though Leong is more restrained than some of his gold-collar contemporaries, he recently shelled out $55 on Osmotics antioxidant for his eyes and $250 on a pair of Dolce & Gabbana jeans.
Okay, so the kids are being sent to deepest, darkest Siberia - that's a given. But the parents will really feel my wrath when I rule all. They will be sent to the Atacama desert for hard labor. These people are 24 and living at home not because of the lousy economy or because their parents are ailing, but because they want to spend their money on sunglasses instead of, I don't know, food! If I tried to pull this shit with my parents, they would laugh at me and physically throw me out on the street (and that's my mom - I don't want to contemplate what my father would do). These parents need some ass-kicking before they kick their kids' asses.
(I can't help make a snide political comment - this is a Republican's dream, right? People spending money to stimulate the economy? Too bad these kids are inept at anything else, but who cares, right?)
All will be better when I rule the world.
In yesterday's Arizona Republic, this story about "gold-collar" workers appeared. It was about people (mostly 18-24-year-olds) who bought extravagant things on salaries that couldn't support them. It made me sick. Here are some excerpts:
"I'm really in awe of name-brand things," said Garcia [who's 23], who moved back in with her parents to pay off mounting credit-card debt. "I want to feel glamorous." [Emphasis mine, because it's important later.]
"This is the best-dressed, least-able, least-equipped generation ever," Pierpoint said. "If you're 24 or 25 and you're still at home, you're not doing a lot of things, like paying your own utilities. They are in some ways very experienced, but they are more coddled than other generations." [Emphasis mine again.]
Garcia has never heard the term [gold-collar], but her lifestyle and spending habits fit the bill: She once exchanged $305 Chanel sunglasses for $325 Christian Dior shades because her friend had bought the same pair. [You guessed it.]
"I want everyone to look at me. I want to have a lot of attention," [Garcia] said. "I realize how shallow it sounds, but you know what? It's just what I like. I can't help what I like."
[Jason Leong, 24] holds up his right wrist to show off a prized find, a canvas Christian Dior bracelet. "This one was $180," he said, [for canvas????] "but it makes me happy, so it's worth it."
Though Leong is more restrained than some of his gold-collar contemporaries, he recently shelled out $55 on Osmotics antioxidant for his eyes and $250 on a pair of Dolce & Gabbana jeans.
Okay, so the kids are being sent to deepest, darkest Siberia - that's a given. But the parents will really feel my wrath when I rule all. They will be sent to the Atacama desert for hard labor. These people are 24 and living at home not because of the lousy economy or because their parents are ailing, but because they want to spend their money on sunglasses instead of, I don't know, food! If I tried to pull this shit with my parents, they would laugh at me and physically throw me out on the street (and that's my mom - I don't want to contemplate what my father would do). These parents need some ass-kicking before they kick their kids' asses.
(I can't help make a snide political comment - this is a Republican's dream, right? People spending money to stimulate the economy? Too bad these kids are inept at anything else, but who cares, right?)
All will be better when I rule the world.
posted by Greg | 7:35 AM
4 Comments:
I've never heard the term "gold-collar" before, but I am familiar with the kinds of people you're talking about.
I'm surprised this is news to you.
I knew there were plenty of people living beyond their means, but not that they were living with their parents. I just thought it meant they were living in studio apartments and leasing a Hummer.
Arrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh! My head hurts from banging it against the wall. I hate these people.
That was an interesting article, Greg. Though I live in Mesa now, I haven't been reading the Republic.
Anyway, Stoker and I see 23-year old guys driving these decked out monster trucks (ugly) and wonder how in debt they are. I'm in debt, myself, but for educational loans. I hope there's a difference between me and these gold-collar kids, but maybe there isn't.
I'm glad you brought the article to my attention. Now Stoker and I have a name for it.
p.s. I'm going to try to find that comic book store after I get a job.
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