Rich People Problems: Fanatics of Tracy Anderson squawk about fees (ha ha ha!)

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Super rich people are not like the rest of us. They don't worry about the electric company raising prices which forces some to swelter inside their homes because they can't afford the A/C. Or rationing medication because of greedy pharma and insurance companies. Those are plebe problems.  Rich people worry about the audacity of a waspy fitness guru raising prices on them.

Tracy Anderson, the trendy fitness guru to the rich, privilege and BFF of celebs including Goopy and JLo is facing the rage of clients at her Hamptons studio. In the  USA, she has studios NYC, LA, Palm Beach, and the Hamptons. 

If you're not familiar with Tracy Anderson or her method - its a dance-based fitness routine where a room is heated to 95 F (35 C) with 75% humidity.  It's like working out in the middle of the Amazon jungle. Except in her studios the jungle animals are rich and will strike you down at the mere thought of breathing on their space.

Clients are upset about the new prices and I don't know why. For years, people have been forking over $30,000+ per year to join and participate in her studios. They're whining about the $900 monthly fee, $1,500 initiation fee when you join, the $5,500 mat fee - which was $3,000 (to reserve a mat & a favorite spot for the summer months), and $90 classes. Let's not forget other stuff such as Tracy water, Tracy approved power bars, workout apparel, and whatever other junk she peddles to these suckers. People are also complaining of power struggles between queen bees. Now that's hilarious.  I'd expect this from a bunch of bored, finger-wagging elitist snobs.

All this rage among the superficial devotees of Tracy Anderson Fitness follows recent reports from ex-employees who said the company is, "a toxic culture of paranoia, legal threats, and grueling, unsafe work conditions".  Wow. The work environment sounds tailored-made for this snob-a-torium.


Source: Daily Mail; She Knows.com. Photo: Hamptons.com


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