Glitter Without Grace: When the Rich Prove That Money Can’t Buy Taste

(Subtitle: A Peckerwood Exposé on Wealth Without Taste, Compassion, or Limits) It’s a bizarre, jarring time to be an American. Rent eats up half your paycheck, groceries are now priced like luxury imports, and the most popular mental health tip is, "Have you tried drinking water and pretending everything is fine?" Meanwhile, the ultra-rich are toasting themselves with vintage champagne poured by endangered-animal-themed waitstaff on yachts larger than military destroyers. It’s not just that the wealthy have money. It’s that they wield it like toddlers with glitter glue and a God complex. Take Jeff Bezos, former humble bookseller turned space-obsessed baron of ostentation. His $500 million mega-yacht, Koru, floats through the Mediterranean with the self-importance of a new religion. A secondary support yacht tags along, naturally. It has a helipad, because what’s a floating palace without floating air traffic control? Inside? Glass-bottom pools, leathe...