I have no interest in hearing anything about this man:
I have no interest in being reminded that while we struggle with multiple jobs, bills we can’t pay, and broken cars we can’t fix, this man can do anything he wants anytime, and enjoy every second of it. I don’t want to be reminded that while we’re in a recession, desperate for a new job that will bring us any satisfaction or any chance of more money, he’s sitting pretty on the stocks that made him a billionaire. While we agonize over the choice to bring another child into this world in fear that we cannot afford one more mouth to feed and bum to diap, he is investing in yet another company.
He is entitled to his new crown. And I commend him for coming from nothing and becoming what he is today. Good for him, no, really, I mean that. But, I can’t bear to have it shoved in my face all day, as I sit here, the day after my boss approved yet another measly 3% raise for me, with a side comment of “Wow, we don’t pay you much at all.” We’re all hurting enough, media outlets, please shelter us from what we’re missing.