My whole adult life, I have worked, like a schmuck.
Never once did it cross my mind to do a little hustle. Run a little scam. Pull off a little con, channel my inner #girlboss, lie to investors, or even bother to figure out what, technically, investors are or how they work.
I did my little job for my little bit of money to pay for my little things, like a damn loser. At least that’s how I’m starting to feel in the wake of a horrific bullying campaign waged by Hollywood.
The Daily Beast’s Obsessed
Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture.
Series after series—nearly a half-dozen in the last month—have premiered dramatizing with breathless awe the stories of visionary millionaires and billionaires who are mythologized for their big dreams and the financial windfall they made a reality. Sure, they were, overwhelmingly, controversial crooks and frauds in the end. But for a while, they were also, and some still are, filthy rich. Titans of industry. Heroes. Messiahs, even.
Some of these people are facing prison time and copious lawsuits. But most of them are just living their lives, rich as all hell, despite getting caught fooling us all. I think at one point we might have thought of this glut of programming as cautionary tales, yet the more of them I see, the more I’m convinced that they’re aspirational.
Become obscenely wealthy by making it all up as you go? Sounds a little stressful, but fun! I wanna do some swindles.
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