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Ohhhh how I adore this dress! And the way the Estate servants look at Me when I wear it! Sorry poor misfortunate scum! Some are born to rule. Others…to be ruled!
(Sizing up My husband’s newest acquisition for Me…) “Groggy? It’s the drugs dear. I know I know…your head is pounding and the sun hurts your eyes. Happens every time they pull the hood off. you know, people think
Further proof, as if needed, that all people are NOT created equal. WE shop at the finest boutiques and salons. Only the finest jewels, fabrics and skins adorn our bodies. others trudge about in hand-me-downs or thrift store discards. We spend leisure
So sooooo sorry for you dear waif. Not born to wealth and privilege, beautiful and sophisticated like Myself. But fear not. I’m VERY high maintenance. It takes a LOT of your grubby little kind to tend to My estate, My wardrobe and My needs.
My salute to the poor, the starving, the beggars who litter My path. you’re not MY f-cking problem.
No…I didn’t fight My way up from the bottom. I was never…poor!! I was born to it. Wealth, privilege, style, perfect body, untold beauty, perfect hair, perfect legs, perfect cheekbones. Don’t have all that you say? Well
Today’s posts were so perfect. I love the upper class heartlessness. Why should they care about the lesser creatures? (My response below…) Why indeed? Some might choose simply to ignore their lessers and their servants. To not even acknowledge
The world belongs to the fabulously rich. To the beautiful. It’s Our birth right. Our privilege. We live lavishly. We consume. We waste. We destroy. Excess and decadence are Our watchwords. We only allow you a place in it because We need
To the short, the fat, the ugly, the ill-educated of the world…I say accept your lot! The world belongs to the wealthy, the powerful, the beautiful. And…you have a place in that world. On your KNEES, scrubbing MY floors, washing, folding
At the very lavish Bon Voyage party Daddy threw for Me and two hundred of My friends from graduate school and the riding academy. I’m leaving next week to pursue My doctorate in philosophy in Vienna. “Waiter! Be a dear and wrap this small
Greeting another beautiful day. Breathing the crisp, wintry air. Time to check the traps. Time to see what bounty the night… And the traps…have brought. Most will have died from the frigid night or the shock. They’re the lucky
Dammit! There’s a bug on the surface of the pool! Bring the pool boy to Me NOW! Tie him down here on the pool deck. I’m going to show him what happens to bugs!
Any of you still out there scurrying around…running free? Well count the minutes. Because I’m rich, I’m spoiled, I’m entitled and I get what I want. And I want YOU against MY skin and filling My wardrobes!
Do I look like I have a kind or caring bone in My body? The world and all in it belong at My feet and at My whim.
“he seems to be slowing down.” “Yes, well we have been riding around town all evening”. “Should We stop and switch pedicabs?” “Heavens no darling! Why should WE be inconvenienced? It’s the third world.
Luxuriating in the spoils of My Female privilege. A new container full arrives from Russia next week! No such thing as too many! Do you hear that My little furry friend? Hahahahahahaha
A new and vile little third world waif has been added to the servants ranks today. I like to ‘welcome’ them personally to The Estate and to the rest of their miserable life. “COME! Crawl behind Me little brown piece of shit and lick
Oh don’t be ridiculous! laughing… This is by NO means My collection. Simply those I’ve selected for THIS week. A new one for each day! Furry little vermin…aren’t you glad there are only fifty two weeks in a year!
It’s the dead of winter. Two feet of snow on the ground. Bitter cold. Howling winds outside. And…as I lay here in My chateau outside Prague, snuggling against this arctic fox blanket, with a roaring fire and an army of servants waiting
The look on My face whenever one of those dreadful people approach Me about donating old coats for the ‘poor’.
The smell of success. Smells like…leather. And lots of it!
Sitting and pretending to listen to one of My servants protest My sending their children away to a friend’s estate in Sweden. I could tell they had become a distraction and required far too much of her time…evidenced by the slide in her effic
High five-ing Ashley who just dispatched a panhandler with one absolutely fierce kick to the throat. Excellent choice of footwear for taking out these urchins who dare to waste Our time!
“Yes Maria, send the people collecting for the annual Holiday Coat Drive up to My bedroom. I want to tell them in person I’ve decided I don’t have anything to give them. The look in their faces is just priceless.”
I never know whether My mood, outfit or the occasion will call for black or white. An easy conundrum to solve. A red one is on the way as well. I suppose you should have studied harder? Become a doctor? Whatever it is you poor people do. Those of
Random Bullshit
I’m feeling a little defeated right now.Frustration with work. And money. Full disclosure: I have wealth privilege and I’ve never not had it. It’s not something I earned for myself; it’s something I was born into. So I am not hurting for
what-even-is-thiss:what-even-is-thiss:Me: Am I too privileged and spoiled because my dad is willing to help me move halfway across the country and has the financial means to do that even though the expense is kind of a strain on himSomeone else: *becomes
What?? Did you think…they just…shed…these?? Like an elk sheds it’s antlers? Like a snake sheds it’s skin? Oh mais non! There’s real sacrifice here deary. Vanity rules! It’s a hard, cruel world. Full of
GODDAMMIT!!! I specifically instructed NO salt or ‘ice melt’ was to be used on the stairs! It stains My Louboutins! Bring Me the 'shovel servant’s’ ugly little monkey faced child. IT can lick the poison off My soles. It will
Enjoying a decadently expensive lunch in the city at My favorite brasserie. I’ve just fired the entire household staff two days before Christmas. Turned them out on the street. After withholding their final two months wages of course as overdue
It’s only sad if you’re on the bottom. Life at the top is just divine. And the view? Looking down on you? Perfect!
Another wonderful year draws to a close. Trips to Milan, Paris and two months at the summer house outside Barcelona. Twenty seven new sumptuous furs for the wardrobe. Canned hunting adventures in Africa and Iceland. The Manhattan penthouse expanded and
Even when bringing it casual, on the street… It’s important to always stand above the lessers. Exude power and superiority. Like slipping on a thousand dollar pair of designer pumps to finish off a casual look. Reminds Me of My station.
Get serious! It IS real! It DOES exist! But it CAN’T be won…and it ISN’T possible! Not for you anyway. Now stop dreaming and lay down here so I can step out and wipe My shoes on you! When will you grubby little things learn?
xxx
It’s a quaint and humble little place. But it’s Mine! So how are things in your grubby little shack? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha….
Sigh…I’m bored. Bring Me My bow, a quiver of arrows and fetch one of the servant’s children. I need to hone My skills!
When I receive a petition from one of My servants for a meeting to discuss a ‘raise’ in pay… I like to slip into something like this. It makes denying them their twenty cent an hour raise all the more sweet! “I’m so sorry
“Gawd, here she comes. Crawling for her tip.” “Ugh…third world scum! Like I need that filth to HAND Me a towel! We can’t even have the powder room to Ourselves anymore without the damned do nothing attendant!”
“Oh hon…thats not the best part! They actually get up six days a week and go to ….ready?. WORK! "OMG! You mean like…at a factory or something? ” “Yes! And they make barely enough to stay alive!”
Just look at Us would you? Go ahead…i gave you permission. Yes, We are the poster girls for inherited wealth, privilege and all the decadence that comes with it. Got Our MBAs from Princeton. Not that We’ll ever need them. But it made
THIS was SUPPOSED to be a celebration. Our third anniversary. Lunch in the city. Fur shopping. A three hour massage. And the highlight…a return to the estate for an evening of decadent torture. I had one of the dark skinned ones hanging there
“I’m going into the city for cocktails and dinner. Keep them all kneeling until I return. It will teach them humility. Oh and prepare the dungeon! I’m sure I’ll pluck out a few to improve My technique on when I return.”
It’s the dead of winter and I’ve had Reginald drive Me down to where the homeless collect down under the bridge. Some nights I can’t decide whether to poison them or just sit comfortably in the limo and watch them freeze. I just know
The gleam of the finest leather. The intoxicating scent. The delicate and soft hand of La Perla stockings. The incredible softness and warmth of the finest furs. I love that I want for NOTHING. That I can have anything I want at the snap of a finger.
Giselle and I visited Our favorite furrier while on holiday in Oslo. They specialize in exotics and endangereds. There’s nothing so invigorating as eyeing one’s self in the mirror…adorned in something obscenely rare and expensive…sinking your
Merrily shopping and being fitted for My dress for the Winter Ball. Well there are three of them actually. When I’m done here, I’ll hop on My private jet and off to Paris for another fitting. Stay a day over and visit several trunk shows
I just love when the arctic fronts roll in this time of year. I take a warm bath, slip into some lingerie and one of My furs, snuggle into the heated leather seats of the Rolls and have My chauffeur drive Me down to where the homeless ‘live’.
All are created equal? Really?? If so, thank goodness that absurdity has a delightful way of straightening itself out! Wealth, beauty, power and privilege belong in the hands of those capable of exploiting it. Every lower form exists simply for Her
“What do you mean…they have to be released to go to school?? So they can grow up to be productive and outstanding citizens??? The scum work in MY factory you idiot! They live there and they’ll die there! And hopefully not before
Bad enough I have to see them and their disgusting, filthy little spawn littering the curbs outside My favorite hotel. But when they dare speak to Me. Or worse…reach out and try to touch Me?? Begging for handouts?? If they’re not going to
Wealth, beauty, power and privilege is not something to be sought…certainly not ‘attained’ by the likes of you. It’s held. Closely guarded. Meticulously handed down among the elite from generation to generation. It’s in
Sumptuous leather and the softest fur…they belong together. If it doesn’t bleed, suffer and die…it doesn’t get the privilege of touching My body.And the more prolonged and agonizing that death and suffering…and the more
Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.
The still of early morning. There’s a crispness in the air. A peaceful quiet.But if you listen closely…You can hear the far off snaps of the traps springing shut. The occasional faint cry or yelp. Sounds that bring a smile to My face.
You can’t believe the frustrating day I’ve had! FIRST…I was informed the arctic fox shoe pom poms I ordered for My jeweled Louboutins will NOT arrive in time for the Winter Ball. Some lame excuse that that particular species had been ‘hunted
Damn! The Martians aren’t cooperating. Well then…just make the hole bigger. And deeper. A lot deeper.
Don’t they all look so nice? My household staff of well over one hundred. All standing at attention…straight as little arrows. Heads bowed reverently…not a noise to be heard. I could just sit here and stare for hours. Waiting for
How a Goddess should be attended to in a shoe salon.
