Friday, September 26, 2008

Wear Your Poverty Like a Tiara

While the candidates answer tough questions about the financial crisis, let's turn to to the wisdom of Crisp and Carroll to get us through. Were you clever enough to flip your houses before it all came crashing down? Our fellows are happy advise on Being Rich With Style:
"As it is your style we are concerned with here, not your comfort or security or status, it follows that your money is best spent on things which enhance that style. For example, anything that gives you wider experience or exposure-- such as travel, which does both-- is a good investment. (This is particularly true when you are young and still in your experimental phase as a stylist.) Beyond that, anything that gives you happiness is worth spending money on. The notion that money can't buy you happiness is a fallacy. As a matter of fact, happiness is about the only important thing that money can buy. It can't buy you style, or intelligence, or beauty, or wit, or affection, or respect, but t can definitely buy you happiness."

If you cannot currently afford happiness, I suggest you turn instead to the chapter Being Poor With Style. Here you'll find that there is no excuse for living as a non-stylist, even in the most reduced of circumstances:

"The most glorious example of wedding one's poverty to one's style was provided by a lady in wartime London, affectionately known to her friends as the Countess. Regal of bearing and disdainful of charity, she wore her poverty as if it were a tiara. By day she would hold court in some dingy cafe, and by night she would sleep curled up in a steamer trunk on a bombsite. This latter fact, however, finally occasioned such concern among her friends. that they took up a collection for her and then went to the bombsite one night in hopes of presenting her with the means of acquiring more comfortable accommodations. When they got there, one of them gently lifted the lid of the trunk and began explaining to her the purpose of their mission. Abruptly she interrupted, 'Tell them I am not receiving at this hour,' she said and snatched the lid closed."