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Eh, a lot of rich people things (especially their interior design) are really gaudy and ugly, it really depends on the fancy thing I guess.
Oh don't get me wrong, the wealthy are super tacky. I just mentioned that part because all the objectively beautiful, good things (or the closest there is to it) in the US is ALWAYS the most expensive.
But the wealthy have this weird quirk of indulging in some hideous shit, and that's what I mean by them getting high off their own supply. They reserve some things as proleslop, ugly disposable clothing, disgusting 'food', ugly irrelevant suburbs in bumfuck nowhere, and porky actually likes them.
I'm just wondering why the stuff I like that is also not to porky's taste (and get called gay for liking by normies and porky alike), is also stuff that the wealthy gatekeep for only them and jacks up the price so as they can only be enjoyed by other rich people.
Oh right, makes sense.
God I still remember all the boomers yammering on about their cruises to me when I was a bartender and don't even get me started on the their little tantrums when covid kept them from their floating petri dishes