Neener, neener, neener
There's a show on HGTV called, 'What You Get for The Money," which ought to just be called, "We Have Way More Money Than You." I only see it in passing or in the commercials, but they're always looking at what you get for 1.2 million in Miami or what you get for 800,000 in New York City or even Kansas City.
Here's something I've more or less accepted about myself--I will never have 1.2 million dollars to spend on a house. And, despite the insane housing market in Callifornia, neither will most people (because a) most people don't live in California and b) they just don't).
It's like the entire travel channel where most of the shows are about people with more money than you or I (or you and I combined) will ever have doing things we will never do. Why would I ever care that some guy who lives for six months of the year in Colorado and six months of the year in New York has a fabulous vacation home? He's never inviting me there. If I ended up there by mistake he'd probably call the sheriff and ask them to quietly get me the hell out of there. But he still wants me to know he's just a regular guy living in his soaring stone and steel cabin in the woods.
I swear some days I think people with money don't just want to have it all, they want the rest of us to love them for it.