Or a wannabee white pimp! And, yes, the gold advertises 'rip me off', just like my deceased uncle who finally stopped having to show off his wealth to every comer when someone finally told him, pointedly, that his three daughters could easily be kidnapped.
Old wealth never had to display itself because wealth, to such, was 'normal'. Every week, after school, my father would drive me and my brother to Stamford, CT (from Wolcott, CT) for our piano lessons with Miss Linda Cappabianca. Only one hour and twenty minutes, merely 60 miles away, made all the difference, as Stamford was full of old money that was not in the least ostentatious. I learned the difference, early on in life, between nouveau riche and genuine 'wealth', and the 'wealth' of Fairfield County was a wealth of: manners, proper disposition towards others (regardless of economic status), and total disregard towards any need to demonstrate financial worth. An inerent desire, indeed, need, there to hold onto things other than mere money, was held in high esteem. Children were brought up to respect all, regardless of crass cash; their manners and disposition proved their real bearing and upbringing. There, even if one did not have money, one had civility and self-worth. We became great friends with this family and to my dying day I will be able to tell the difference between the perception of wealth and the real thing.
The desperate need to display money is the first sign of a private, hidden desperation founded upon yet more desperation. - David Lyga
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