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| I’m just coming off of my first Hamptons vacation and I have to say, I have mixed feelings. Not about The Hamptons, per say, but about the modern vacation in general. When did “vacationing” equate to partying yourself into a drunken stupor, staying up all night and feeling like complete shizah the next day? What happened to the good ol’ days when vacationing meant relaxing, getting away from it all, and unwinding? I was hoping to do a little of that this weekend. | First, let’s start with the definition of vacation: a period of rest and freedom from work, study, etc.; time of recreation, usually a specific interval in a year. Spa massages, beaches, a delicious dinner, biking, hiking, golfing, poolside lounging. Yes. THAT is what a vacation should be. When, exactly, it went from “getting away” to “getting crazy” I have no idea. Things have gone terribly wrong. People now feel the more obliterated, wasted and crazy they get, the more “fun” they’re having. | |||
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Posts Tagged ‘Hamptons’
LESS RAGING. MORE RELAXING.
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010by D. Znutts
LESS MEGA-HOME. MORE RESTRAINT.
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010by Mrs. Robinson
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| By now we’re all painfully aware that the roots of our current economic plight can be directly traced to the Real Estate market and the excessive speculation, borrowing and risk underwritten thereof. Which got us to thinking, how much is enough? When are people satisfied with the space they need, as opposed to several pointless rooms for collections of their stupid stuff. Honestly, what normal-sized family needs to live in a gargantuan mega McMansion?
We’re talking about homes like Candy Spelling’s 73,500sf of ridiculousness, with three, (count ‘em, three) gift wrapping rooms, and a room for her bizarre 1,000+ Chucky-like doll collection. You remember, the collection Spelling later claimed she started for her transsexual looking daughter, Tori. Who woulda thought the man who created Charlie’s Angels would end up with a daughter so decidedly un-angel-like.. Yikes. No wonder those two don’t get along. Can anyone say “Mommy-dearest.” |
Why don’t the wealthy emulate the great Warren Buffett, who still lives in the modest home in Omaha that he purchased back in 1958 for a mere $31,500. Granted, it’s worth about $700K now and he has added a few California beach houses to the ole’ portofolio, but we can grant him a transgression every now and again. The man is worth $37 billion dollars!
Even the Bouvier-Beales, the infamous Southhampton mother/daughter socialites, decided to forgo the luxury of their Grey Gardens mansion, in favor of a life of squalor. Okay, bad example. But by foresaking the luxuries of their Mega-Home, they found fame (posthumous, but still) when the Mayles Brothers crafted a stunning documentary about their extraordinary lives, which was later turned into a Broadway play and HBO feature film. But all that’s beside the point. Folks need to rethink their ridiculous properties in favor of something more appropriate. |
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