I am betting that every primitive if they could would have close to that much spent on them in a year desperately trying to find "something" that would disqualify them from employment.
The hypochondrial primitive is a sort of paler version of the C-pig primitive, without the ego-need to post her photograph sixty times a week. She's from an upper middle-class section of Chicago, and an "artist." In her 50s, apparently.
She's had a life of relative ease and security, but instead of appreciating it, feels a compulsion to "suffer" along with the rest of humanity--and in fact, to "suffer" more than most. I'm not kidding when I say she alleges to have had just about every disease and ailment known in medical history, a disproportionate part of them being problems associated with the lower intestines.
We all know what Sigmund Freud said about that phenomenon.
I first noticed the hypochondrial primitive during the "lousy" Bush economy, when she decided to replace the front door of her house. There seemed nothing wrong, nothing at all, with the then-current door (she posted photographs), but despite it being the worst economy since the Israelites were in bondage in Egypt, she needed a new door.
She's the sort who's always afraid of being cheated by the other guy, and so tries to cheat the other guy first; despite that she was paying under-the-table-illegal-alien cash wages for installation of the door, she demanded Old World Craftsmanship, and whined when she didn't get it.
One wonders how the hypochondrial primitive would react, when confronted with a
real crisis in life.