Heartless rich bitch.
Well now, I've suddenly had sort of an awakening about our guest here.
When she wrote about her nephew--Gawd, I got one of them too--smoking dope, she at the same time outlined her housing situation, and it was a shock to me.
I'd always imagined our guest as a bigwig in local university circles, being a fund-raiser and all that. I'd assumed she's one of these overpaid governmental employees, much like Skippy is, living high on the hog on the oppressed taxpayers. I dunno how much, but I'd vaguely guessed, per year, $200,000 upward.
So I'd figured some sort of ivy-covered Tudor mansion in an affluent area of Minneapolis-St. Paul, with ample grounds and a separate carriage house, much like what other university administrators seem to have.
Another one of them Elizabeth Warrens.
But apparently I'd figured wrongly. She apparently lives in a big old house that's apparently subdivided into apartments for various family members (i.e., a one-family house, but separated into independent units). I suppose that's okay, and I suppose the accommodations are good, but it indicates a lesser income-level than I'd speculated.
Our guest is definitely no rich bitch kpete or the Bostonian Drunkard or Atman or the CalPig primitive; in fact, she may not even be as affluent as Skippy or the sparkling old dude or Anne, that wretched miserable old she-devil the dysmenopausal school teacher from Kansas. She isn't anybody who could afford a membership in the country club up there.
So I suppose even if she wanted to help destitute primitives, she really doesn't have the means to.
And so I'm now withholding judgement; she
may have a good and giving heart, but alas she probably doesn't have a fat pocketbook.