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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!
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.
Landed this morning and the penthouse wasn’t ready. So, I shopped! Tiffany’s, the furrier (two furriers actually). New boots, six pairs of Jimmy Choos, three new Louboutins in colors I didn’t have. A three hour lunch at Nobu and finall
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
“They’re considered the largest and most fearsome predator on the planet you know” a friend once offered up in conversation. Hmmm….WELL, it doesn’t look soooo powerful now, does it? I remember the moment so well. Even
I remember My childhood days…growing up on Daddy’s sprawling cattle ranch. I was a tender hearted little thing. I would name the cows and treat them like pets. Now, Daddy has passed, and the ranch is now Mine. Only now, when I visit, I
Hmmmm… Daddy said he was having a maintenance man from his building come up to look at the door to Our penthouse this morning. It’s been sticking. And so I wait…and anticipate. I always dress like this when I know one’s coming. he’ll waddle
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
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.
Sorry PETA. We all took a vote. And WE just don’t give a fuck!
“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!
My charmed life is so effortless. My personal attendant consuela prepares My bath, washes Me, pats Me dry and then dresses Me for the evening’s fun. I MAY raise an arm to allow her to zip a gown up. That’s about it. she reverently raises each
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
I was bored tonight. So, as the Bentley was passing one of those dreadful Goodwill Boxes on a corner, I motioned Charles to pull over. I lit a hundred dollar bill with My Colibri lighter and dropped it in! GAWD it was so much fun watching the smoke
The look on My face whenever one of those dreadful people approach Me about donating old coats for the ‘poor’.
Having a tough day out there in your little world? Well…I flew to Paris this morning to pick up My newest furs and the limo was ten minutes late picking Me up at the Salon. NOW…I’m going to miss My reservation at My favorite brasseri
Don’t bitch to ME about your busy, demanding life! I have a Full schedule today! 10-noon…Shopping! Noon to two…lunch Two to Five…Shopping! Five to Seven…massage and mani/pedi Seven to ??? …dinner and dancing
The smell of success. Smells like…leather. And lots of it!
Give these third world illegals an inch and they’ll take a mile. This new housekeeper for instance. I caught her stealing My makeup. So thirty minutes beneath My heels is her sentence. If it happens again…I’ll break every bone
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
I always make a point of making an ‘example’ when I visit and inspect My fur operation in Russia. This is one of My workers who foolishly decided to extend her ten minute break I so generously allow during a fourteen hour shift. I don&rsqu
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!
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
At the winter residence. Soon the copter will land and whisk Me off to slaughter a herd of reindeer. Just to get Me in the holiday mood! Hahahahahahaha….
And I should care??? I love blood and I love diamonds! I really don’t see a problem!
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
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.
Fetch those new Chilean spurs. And the thorn whip and wire quirt will do nicely. Then saddle up one of the nags in Barn Three. I’m meeting the ladies from the Hunt club at five for cocktails, so I don’t have all day. Pick one of the
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?
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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
“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
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.
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’.
Amused… Enjoying a latte and croissant at My favorite little bistro. And I thought to Myself… “What this morning needs is a little entertainment.” So I beckoned the patrolman standing nearby, pointed to a random vagrant up the
Whenever I vacation in some fabulous destination I always stay in the Presidential Suite of the most exclusive properties. And I ALWAYS make it a point to order from room service. Sometimes three or four times a day. I order practically everything offered
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
