Say it ain't so, please?

I always wondered what the truly rich spent their money on. What would I buy if I had ten times the income I have now? What if I had 100 times the income? I actually have no idea right now, since it's not a likely scenario, and so I don't spend much time thinking about it.

This morning's New York Times has what is perhaps an answer to that crucial question. In Brooklyn, a Psychic for the Famous, or Rather, for Their Pets. Yes, gentle reader, there are people who are so rich they spend their money on pet psychics. This is an expression of care and love and therefore should probably not be criticized. Among the "working-well-off" with whom I usually associate, I've heard a person's veterinary bills sometimes invoked to measure their love for a pet. This is a new one on me, though.

The psychic in question also appears poised to expand her services to the children of the idiotically rich as well. She intuits that Spot wants a treat before he goes out for a ride in the Land Rover, so she'll probably know exactly what baby Jessica is thinking behind her messy, drool covered, but oh-so-enigmatic face. I believe this woman is probably deeply psychic, has deep insights and uncanny intuition. She can channel her subjects over the phone! This gift, of deeply connecting, should be used to help. But I don't believe she's connecting with the pets. She's connecting with the pet owners. She knows what Muffy wants to hear about her Shitzu-- or about her son. She knows how to make her clients feel as if they love their child or pet beyond all rationality-- by taking their money from them. Bless them. They all deserve each other.