From the Etiquette Hell discussion forum, I came across Wide Lawns and Narrow Minds, which is written by a pseudonomous "Subservient Worker" at a high-end development/country club in a town she calls "Basura" (trash) somewhere in South Florida. The author's descriptions of the Rich White People for whom she works are both hilarious and tragic at the same time. I say tragic because these are real people who live entirely unreal lives — whose lives revolve around trying to feel special in a closed world where everyone has more money than they could possibly use.
The denizens of Wide Laws focus on appearances — the adage of "you can never be too rich or too thin" was probably written with these people in mind. They try to get through their miserable lives by drugging themselves into oblivion, or through adultery or other vices. They try to make themselves feel superior by putting down their peers and treating their "inferiors" as if they were the furniture, or didn't exist at all. I think that W. S. Gilbert described it best in The Gondoliers: "When everyone is sombodee, Then no one's anybody!"
They destroy their own lives and those of their children. This recent story is about a young woman whose father bought her a home in Wide Lawns because she didn't get along with her step mother (who was the same age as the daughter, 25, btw.) The daughter seems completely incapable of existing on her own, unable to even order 28oz of ham in a deli.
There are people in Wide Lawns who are on the loose only because of their wealth, and I'm not even talking about the criminals and con artists. People who, if they were middle-class, would be institutionalized and, if poor, would be on the street, pushing shopping carts full of aluminum cans and talking to themselves.
Go read and laugh and weep at the same time. It's like Mizner Wilson's description of Hollywood: "A trip through a sewer in a glass-bottomed boat."