Rich Lists Need to Die. Nobody Cares About the Millionaire Life.
Acquiring stupid amounts of money is glorified hoarding.
Rich lists make me vomit in my mouth.
Forbes 30 under 30 is one of the worst. Admittedly, as a 20-something young punk, I used to worship the ground these show ponies walk on.
Now I cringe at all of it. You probably do too.
A short story of a typical young rich prickstar
Unfortunately, I have some experience with these young rich listers.
While working in finance I came face-to-face with them all the time. One nearly became a client. I asked to have coffee with them to pitch our services.
He insisted on taking me to a fine dining restaurant.
He rolled up in a hot pink suit jacket, rainbow pocket square, Louis Vuitton loafers, and jeans so tight you could see his man junk.
I nearly coughed my lungs up from the prestigious snobs dining all around me. I hated every minute of it. The meeting went well though.
A few days later I got a call from the CEO’s office of my employer….
(This was a 40,000-person company mind you.)
