The setting may be a bar or restaurant, but let’s go in the corporate box of the soccer stadium. Hedge removes Makiroll crumbs from Gillette. Others drink alcohol. The host who runs the trading desk at the bank is interested in the match — weirdo. With a 28-year-old child who appears to be attracted, the room’s net worth is around 1 billion marks.
A politician secretary, or a mid-famous writer, he is the poorest person on the guest list. He is also most in demand. Some of the questions he asks are thoughtful. Some are transparent excuses to meet him. Each guest mentions him to his spouse when he returns to (one of) his home. With his cramped flats, he forgets that they exist.
Last week, Prince William Billionaire space raceJoined the ranks of confusion and disappointment. Why do the rich people in this world worry about the sky? Megalomania cannot be ruled out. Intellectual curiosity-at least in the case of Elon Musk-plays a role. There is also an element of mercy in pump priming, which has the potential to become an existential import industry.
But none of this is a secret horror of businessmen, or boring. None of it allows the length they go to avoid charges. There is no doubt that Moonshot is a bid for heavenly rule. But it is also, more clearly, a bid for our benefit.
Consider the strange plight of the Ferris wheel in most industries. You can buy anything except the essence of your work boring the general audience. You employ thousands, but the day’s thoughts are less than in the past-it’s a playwright (see the aftermath of 9/11). At some point, the gap between your wealth and you — what do we call it? Cashet? — Start Land Cruiser. If so, it’s a Soho House issue. 1% of people are unable to join the Private Members Club. There is a hand-to-mouth graphic artist waving.
The anxiety of the rich is unreliable, I know. Petitioning for sympathy is even more difficult. But the truth is that it surrounds us. Unbearable memoirs, paid seats at political tables: What looks arrogant often comes from the opposite impulse. They are self-suspicious attempts to make people more than “mere” commerce.
It’s natural to think that this urge is less serious in America, where entrepreneurs are in awe, than in Europe, where it is still possible to build property by losing social interests. But I wonder. Where is the company’s support for “thinking leaders”? Where other than Aspen is fake brainstorming giving you more savings? Even in the United States, making money is not enough. There is no hope that it will be interesting.
In retrospect, the rocket guys have always worked for that purpose: Jeff Bezos, who bought the Washington Post, Musk, who had a false interview, and why his core business was so much out of the wall. Richard Branson now is hard to remember. The universe with existential questions is the same project pushed up n degrees. Every time, egotism is considered to drive them. It’s too fancy to suggest that something like a vulnerability is working.
There is no such thing as the “the” elite. The malicious tribe is actually made up of two. There is a world of facts and numbers. It means a business that includes finance. The other is the world of symbols and ideas. Politics, art and non-commercial law. Tech belongs to the first group under the guise of the second group. The media is primarily for profit, but belongs to the second. Advertising can probably be claimed to hug the border. At mixed dinner parties, the business crowd, recognizing the grayness of work, isn’t always the best speaker, but it’s almost invisible. On holidays, they win uncontrollable victories in Valhalla-sized villas.
The error is to think that all chipsines are on the bad side of the line. It drives them into resentment, yes, and at best progressive politics. It drives the other side to heaven.
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