So I come home and my daughter is watching a show on VH1, Fabulous Life Presents: The Secret Lives of the Mega Rich. And I find myself doing something I don't normally do: getting darkly angry over a stupid reality show. Hey, here's the woman who created the Celestial Seasonings company! Aside from her absolutely fabulous mansion, more than any of us could probably think what to even do with, she's got a special garage she's constructed for her 42 cars -- many if not most of them more expensive than most average people's entire annual salaries. Whoa, over there is Ivanka Trump (that's gotta be a boob job!) showing off her (or her dad's) swanky piece of prime Manhattan real estate. This particular tower is the most expensive living space on the whole island. The penthouse alone is worth $32 million, or (as the show breaks it down) $6,083 per square foot. It makes me long to do a re-creation of the French Revolution, replete with guillotines. Perhaps I'll fail to convey the reason for my anger through mere electrons, but this obscenely conspicuous consumption just makes you wanna throttle somebody. In a country where the standard of living is going down for the average person (though they tell you otherwise); where they won't even give you the true unemployment count; where the rich have it so rigged that they are pulling away from the rest of us at warp speed; where there are so many better places to spend your hideous overabundance of cash, both here and abroad; how can these people live with themselves? Living this kind of piggish, selfish lifestyle would burn a hole in my conscience. I just don't know how they do it. And why we don't get out the guillotines. (And parenthetically, why do the rest of us even watch this swill? I can't believe people consider this entertainment. Do we like having not just our noses but our whole faces rubbed in this excrement??) I'm sorry, I don't normally write things while I'm under the influence of white-hot anger, but the sheer self-indulgence of these boors is crazy-making. Again, I probably am not conveying the rationale behind my anger well enough, but the solution for that is simple: sit down and watch this trashy show yourself. You'll probably end up as pissed off as I am.