You’ve Heard of the “Royal We?”
I give you the “wealthy asshole” we.
My favorite bit:
Modern life has become a three- and often four- or five-meal-a-day restaurant habit. There is the breakfast meeting. At one time, egg-white-only breakfast meetings were a behaviour limited to fat cats – but fat-cat rituals are what we all emulate. So now it’s unthinkable for the rest of us to begin a day without a breakfast meeting (the most important meeting of the day). We are all would-be entrepreneurs, or creative collaborators, or producers of you-name-it, trying to woo potential partners over porridge.
Leaving aside the familiar, if always irritating, conceit that “modern life” is lived only by a subset of rich Manhattanites, I doubt the premise even as it applies to said subset. Hell, even provincials are capable of securing restaurant reservations over the so-called “intar webs.” Next thing you know we’ll even get yoga studios, people with tattoos and bartenders that make cocktails!