hadn't necessarily been to The Metropolitan Museum of Art at age six.

Overrated.

BWAHAHAHA. Ouch.

Heh - that reminds me of when my neighbors took their almost-4 year old son to Di Fara, only to have him complain that he wanted "REAL pizza"...

In my story he's a major character, and is funding something the protagonist is working on, as well as being a friend

Tommyrot, there was a totally fascinating essay on the Atlantic website last week, from a psychologist who practice is entirely made up of the wealthy. It was sufficiently daunting to make me happy that I am not, in fact, really rich.

Among other things, the wealthy spend a lot of effort making sure they and their children are not kidnapped. Like, that sort of thing happens a lot. Way more than we hear about in the press.

Also they have a hard time making friends. Which I kind of get.

In'eresting... thanks for the trust-fund baby info.

Tommyrot, there was a totally fascinating essay on the Atlantic website last week, from a psychologist who practice is entirely made up of the wealthy. It was sufficiently daunting to make me happy that I am not, in fact, really rich.

Huh. Do you have the link?

here it is:

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?mong other things, the wealthy spend a lot of effort making sure they and their children are not kidnapped. Like, that sort of thing happens a lot. Way more than we hear about in the press.

I suppose most of the wealthy also have training in case someone enters their dreams and tries to extract or incept stuff....

here it is:

Thanks!

I went to a private prep school that cost $20K a year in the late 1980s - Ivanka Trump later went there. (My mother taught there so I went free.) Some scholarship kids, some filthy rich kids. By their 30s I think most people figure out that their lives are not like everyone's lives, but as teenagers there's a lot of taking for granted that everyone goes skiing in Europe or vacations on the best Caribbean islands (I was once told that Aruba was passe, Anguilla was where it was at) and gets several hundred dollars a week allowance (which, in the 1980s, was prefect for buying cocaine!) Later I knew well a great-grandson of FDR, who was very down to earth, but definitely came from Old Money, whioch sometimes embarrassed him, and yet slipped out, like when I mentioned where my grandparents lived and he assumed I know about yachting. His last name is Roosevelt, so it's not like he could hide it, and while he was incredibly hardworking and smart, I think the mere knowledge that you'll always have a financial and social safety net by virtue of your family makes a big difference in one's life.