I shouldn't even admit to wasting quality time watching any of those Real Housewives shows. Can't imagine what it does to my reputation as a sane person. But Mrs. B is sleep, and I'm bored and don't feel like working on any serious writing projects right now. So I'm watching Real Housewives of New York City.
But if ever there was proof that money doesn't guarantee anything but...money, it's that show.
You have a collection of wealthy women - some self made, some wealthy via marriage - who have access to the nicest and priciest things in their community.
And the best they can do is cannibalize one another over perceived slights and delusions of grandeur.
We should be so lucky to have problems limited to which social circles we're allowed to walk in.
Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go update my best friends list.