Seriously, what the hell is this?

[kellinator]

Last night I was idly flipping channels (idle eyes watch the devil's television) and came across something that I've been hearing about, but I don't think I truly believed until I saw it with my own two eyes:

My Super Sweet Sixteen.

I'm sure I could rant ad infinitum about these spoiled, bratty, entitled kids, but I'm sure it's all been said before, so instead I'll wonder: These kids are from obviously very wealthy families, so how in the hell did these families manage to amass and maintain such wealth with such fucked-up financial priorities?

That said, it may still go on the Guilty Pleasure list, because it makes me feel deep in comparison. Wow, I really am shallow.

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[notgruntled.livejournal.com]

Looking for the silver lining ... at least some hard-working caterers, florists and manicurists are going to be able to send their kids to college because of these narcissistic twits and their overindulgent daddies.

I mean, if I were super-rich enough that I wouldn't miss it, I might throw a big-bucks party ... for the kid's college graduation. You gotta do something other than manage to live through the first sixteen years without overdosing on blow. But even if I rented a stadium, hired Coldplay, invited the 82nd Airborne and had an open bar, i don't think I could spend the kind of money these folks do.

I remember a study a couple of years ago that found that people who are incompetent in their jobs are also most likely to give themselves high marks for performance -- apparently, the same skills that allow people to do their jobs well also enable them to recognize competence. There must be a similar connection between acting like a completely self-absorbed twit and being completely unaware of how you come off. I can't imagine any other reason these people would allow cameras to follow them around.Yes, there's selective editing, but that only goes so far.