I can’t push like here but I sure like that you spelled all this out. But it makes my blood boil, brings me to the edge of hurling. I was a scholarship day student at N elitist boarding school. I picked tobacco during summer to support my parents, but played soccer on the same team as the current king of Jordan. This post does a fabulous job describing the wealth gap, the enormous gulf between how some people operate. I might have to make use of the rage room gift certificate my daughter gave me. If they offer to handle my underwear I will direct some of my rage at them.
He who walks with dinosaurs.... curious what would happen if you took up even more space than the spoiled. Doing the pool diagonally, wear the bikini, ocd the hell out of your undressing, outsmell the perfumes, hug the attendees every single time they enter your sphere. Go Bazerque Remy!
People who leave taps on make me so angry! What is wrong with them? The ones who need a butler to unpack their gym bag are just silly. Does the butler help them into their shorts, too? Un pied, deus pieds, le ouistiti!
i fear were I in your shoes my goal would not be to work out, but to make the oligarch as uncomfortable as possible, because someone obviously let a peasant slip into eden.
I was recently in Bath during the Thanksgiving holiday and this tour de farce is how I imagined what the Roman baths were like in their heyday; minus the Wi-Fi 😉.
Leaving taps on IN CALIFORNIA is not only in wretched taste, it's a crime against the climate — but I salute you, Remy, not only for finding the courage to confront the uber-wealthy as they preen and grunt but also for portraying their behavior as the antisocial foppery it is. This is worse than the Gilded Age, when excessively wealthy men felt it their duty to behave like gentlemen (in public) and at least perform an appearance of recognizing their ridiculous privilege through acts of philanthropy. That's why we have Carnegie libraries in small towns all over America. Pretty sure we can't look forward to Musk health clinics.
I want to know how the application process for joining this gym worked. Financial statement? Background screening? Fingerprints? Lie detector test? Recommendations from current members?
Sounds like there’s another essay just around that exercise.
Even quite middle-class (UK meaning) gyms can have some hilariously obnoxious posers. I nearly got in a fist-fight with a personal trainer who was trying to reserve every piece of equipment for his client (yeah, no, I'm moving your stuff now). And the grunting! And the spreading all your stuff around the women's changing rooms, especially around the mirrors! And the efforts to stop other people getting a seat in the jacuzzi. I'm an older Northern girl, the passive - aggressive Southern stuff doesn't work on me, so I just pile in there (I will sit on your lap, if you insist!). God gyms bring out the worst!
Haha, that's great. I would totally get into fistfights with the personal trainers if they were not so obviously physically superior to me. When I think of that I usually give up on the idea
This was amazing. We need undercover footage of the crazy rich. My broke ass will never experience this level of bonkers behavior from the rich. We live vicariously through your intrepid reporting.
Well I fear that I a few months time I will be back in the real world of fitness myself. But I'm taking notes. Maybe I'll make a documentary about it...
I can’t push like here but I sure like that you spelled all this out. But it makes my blood boil, brings me to the edge of hurling. I was a scholarship day student at N elitist boarding school. I picked tobacco during summer to support my parents, but played soccer on the same team as the current king of Jordan. This post does a fabulous job describing the wealth gap, the enormous gulf between how some people operate. I might have to make use of the rage room gift certificate my daughter gave me. If they offer to handle my underwear I will direct some of my rage at them.
You are very brave to endure that gym space and report back to the masses.
Diane, it means a lot to me when people recognise the sacrifices I make in the line of duty. Thank you 🙏
He who walks with dinosaurs.... curious what would happen if you took up even more space than the spoiled. Doing the pool diagonally, wear the bikini, ocd the hell out of your undressing, outsmell the perfumes, hug the attendees every single time they enter your sphere. Go Bazerque Remy!
And keep reporting, expose the vermin.
Great stuff man :)
People who leave taps on make me so angry! What is wrong with them? The ones who need a butler to unpack their gym bag are just silly. Does the butler help them into their shorts, too? Un pied, deus pieds, le ouistiti!
Haha, le ouistiti. I haven't heard this for a long time 😁
That was great Remy.
i fear were I in your shoes my goal would not be to work out, but to make the oligarch as uncomfortable as possible, because someone obviously let a peasant slip into eden.
Well done sir!!
I always leave my towel a little bit over theirs, as a statement. :)
Bravo!!
I somewhat feel that I won’t have lived until you sneak us some pictures of this gilded lily.
I was recently in Bath during the Thanksgiving holiday and this tour de farce is how I imagined what the Roman baths were like in their heyday; minus the Wi-Fi 😉.
Leaving taps on IN CALIFORNIA is not only in wretched taste, it's a crime against the climate — but I salute you, Remy, not only for finding the courage to confront the uber-wealthy as they preen and grunt but also for portraying their behavior as the antisocial foppery it is. This is worse than the Gilded Age, when excessively wealthy men felt it their duty to behave like gentlemen (in public) and at least perform an appearance of recognizing their ridiculous privilege through acts of philanthropy. That's why we have Carnegie libraries in small towns all over America. Pretty sure we can't look forward to Musk health clinics.
“…but suddenly I feel surrounded by a herd of pterodactyls.” Hilarious! What a fantastic visual.
Haha, thanks Brenna!
I want to know how the application process for joining this gym worked. Financial statement? Background screening? Fingerprints? Lie detector test? Recommendations from current members?
Sounds like there’s another essay just around that exercise.
You just need to walk in as if the world owes you something. (and pay unfortunately...)
Even quite middle-class (UK meaning) gyms can have some hilariously obnoxious posers. I nearly got in a fist-fight with a personal trainer who was trying to reserve every piece of equipment for his client (yeah, no, I'm moving your stuff now). And the grunting! And the spreading all your stuff around the women's changing rooms, especially around the mirrors! And the efforts to stop other people getting a seat in the jacuzzi. I'm an older Northern girl, the passive - aggressive Southern stuff doesn't work on me, so I just pile in there (I will sit on your lap, if you insist!). God gyms bring out the worst!
Haha, that's great. I would totally get into fistfights with the personal trainers if they were not so obviously physically superior to me. When I think of that I usually give up on the idea
This was amazing. We need undercover footage of the crazy rich. My broke ass will never experience this level of bonkers behavior from the rich. We live vicariously through your intrepid reporting.
Well I fear that I a few months time I will be back in the real world of fitness myself. But I'm taking notes. Maybe I'll make a documentary about it...
Best thing I read today haha
Hey Elin! Thx, hope you and yours are well
"In the ‘basement’—there should be another name for this; it doesn’t do it justice—"
Dungeon
Great read!