The Daily Beast is prone to such things, so -- this is a farcical article by "Alexandra Penney," right? The woman is "worried" she will have to live in her wealthy son's extra home in Santa Monica, had to give herself a dose from her personal stash of "tranquilizers," sounds crestfallen over the weak market for fine arts in Manhattan, and then again worries she "might have to" hire an aide for herself?
This is like me "worrying" I might "have to hire a butler." If this is a joke, it's pretty good. If it's real, it's a joke.
-B.
shag carpet bomb wrote:
"shameless asshole"