Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Chrystia Freeland wrote an interesting article in the Atlantic, The Rise of the New Global Elite.

What is more relevant to our times, though, is that the rich of today are also different from the rich of yesterday. Our light-speed, globally connected economy has led to the rise of a new super-elite that consists, to a notable degree, of first- and second-generation wealth. Its members are hardworking, highly educated, jet-setting meritocrats who feel they are the deserving winners of a tough, worldwide economic competition—and many of them, as a result, have an ambivalent attitude toward those of us who didn’t succeed so spectacularly. Perhaps most noteworthy, they are becoming a transglobal community of peers who have more in common with one another than with their countrymen back home. Whether they maintain primary residences in New York or Hong Kong, Moscow or Mumbai, today’s super-rich are increasingly a nation unto themselves.

At times I’ve been able to push my way up to the window and press my nose against the glass to see inside this elite and I even get invited in once and a while to improve the atmospherics and to give blow jobs. But then it’s out with Kim and that’s all right as I’m pretty happy and reasonably comfortable in my little world with my petite bourgeois friends.

What is life like in elite world, Felix Salmon gives us taste from last week in Davos.

The prize for most obnoxious party at Davos was won on the first night, with the Davos Tasting put on by the Wine Forum.


The plutocrats at Davos, of course, both western and eastern, are exactly the kind of people who spend thousands of dollars a bottle on fine wines. But they’re also driven and single-minded executives who naturally gravitate to the obvious and middlebrow in other areas: if they’re buying art, they’ll plump for something shiny by Damien Murakoons (both Hirst and Koons are in Davos this week), while the big-name creative types here are the likes of Jose Carreras, Peter Gabriel, and Paulo Coelho.
Wine here, then, is judged with executives’ eyes rather than their noses. They look at the label first and then at two crucial numbers: the number of points it gets from Robert Parker or Wine Spectator and the cost in dollars.


The result was basically a drunken mess. Revelers would cluster around stations loaded up with fine wine, getting large pours of increasingly-indistinguishable heavy cabernets, competing to find the Cheval Blanc and Le Pin (which were naturally considered the most desirable wines, just because they were the most expensive), all the while fighting off jetlag and concentrating mainly on greeting their old Davos buddies and catching up on gossip. (Update: I forgot to mention that all the wine was served “pop-and-pour” style, where a wine would run out, a waiter would run to get another bottle, would open it, and then immediately start pouring it into various partiers’ glasses. No decanting, no time to breathe, nothing. Maybe the reason I liked the Barolo so much was that it had been sitting open for a while by the time I got to it.)

Hee hee.

On a different note and since we haven’t had many videos lately. Rachel, knowing I’m a roots and fruits sort of gal, sent along PETA’s Superbowl ad for my enjoyment and yours.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

I watch the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet.

1:19 AM  
Anonymous VJ said...

"I even get invited in once and a while to improve the atmospherics and to give blow jobs". Yes, BJ's Always improve the atmospherics! Anywhere, anytime. Cheers & Good Luck, 'VJ'

7:17 AM  

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