Can The Truly Rich Lady Be Genuinely Happy?
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It must be the unusual quiet that the city takes on at this time of the year, but these past few days I have been asking myself whether I am genuinely happy. What does happiness even mean? What
Anyway, this reflection has led me to the strange burdens that the Truly Rich Lady has had to endure since she arrived into this world already well-dressed in matching neutrals (no pastels please). First, there was the pressure to not be a horrible disappointment and to somehow achieve even greater things than what the people who have made it possible for her to breathe such rarefied air have done. Since it is this time of year, I call it the Cross to Bear.
First, there was the pressure to not be a horrible disappointment and to somehow achieve even greater things than what the people who have made it possible for her to breathe such rarefied air have done.
The Cross to Bear was first placed on her shoulders when the Truly Rich Girl was thrust into the oh-so-many tests and interviews to get into the hard-to-get-into pre-school (she was accepted, of course), then the international high school (she breezed in, without a doubt), then the Ivy League university (four of them accepted her and it was so hard to decide which one to choose), and so on and so forth until her brain was filled with so much wisdom that she began to understand the language of cats. (Don’t tell anyone.)
Then, as a Truly Rich Young Lady, she had to secure a preferred occupation. She had to get a job at a global corporation headquartered in either New York, London, Beijing or, if she was not a genius, Singapore. But she also could have established a cute personal venture, usually artsy or stylish, that more open-minded parents like her own would bankroll and then quietly observe. This was, of course, before she finally settled into The Firm, where she was expected to innovate and lead. If she did all the right things, she knew she would get the most coveted spot at the
She needed to marry well and maybe even marry up if the family stock was down. Never mind that she had her heart eyes only for Man of Modest Background.
And, by the way, in between all of these, she needed to marry well and maybe even marry up if the family stock was down. Never mind that she had her heart eyes only for Man of Modest Background. Never mind. The perfect husband for her, it was decided, was a well-born, well-bred former classmate from one of the many educational institutions she attended. She would reconnect with him in a most unexpected place like at a super casual
This is just the big picture. On a daily basis, the TRL is expected wear a toothy smile all the time. After all, she is known for her kind, agreeable, calm, and non-threatening personality. But sometimes the TRL forgets, especially when her hair person ties her ponytail a little too tight and it becomes super itchy, and then her Resting Rich Face reveals itself. A slight downturn of the corners of her mouth freaks people
Here's an added Cross to Bear. The Truly Rich Lady can go anywhere, but not really go anywhere. For all the access she has at her fingertips, she is trapped in the bubble built by her family’s stringent security protocol, which is
She is known for her kind, agreeable, calm, and non-threatening personality. But sometimes the TRL forgets, especially when her hair person ties her ponytail a little too tight and it becomes super itchy, and then her Resting Rich Face reveals itself.
The TRL has a fantasy: cutting her hair short, exploring an outdoor market, dancing on a boat, kissing on the banks of a river, racing through the streets on a scooter. In that order. Oh, wait that’s Audrey Hepburn, crown princess of an unspecified country, in Roman Holiday. Well, the TRL wants that particular celluloid life, including the poignant ending, and, if possible, Hepburn’s small face, too.
I know what you’re thinking: The TRL shouldn't complain. The TRL is lucky. Why does she cry, cry, cry in her lonely heart? Well, the TRL is also human and feels a rainbow of emotions. While she has
What keeps the TRL going in spite of her Cross to Bear is her healthy (or, some say, unhealthy) dose of good cheer. She is
And isn't that funny? I find it hilarious, really. If you can’t laugh at yourself (or with them), how can you be happy?