I Hate Rich Kids

As you may have been able to tell from the title of this article, I loath spoiled, rich kids. I also hate the parents of these rich kids who feel the need to buy the love of their children with expensive clothes, cars, and beach houses. Now before you run off and gather a lynch mob to hang me for using the “h-word”, let me first say that I have a perfectly good reason for writing this article. But, before I tell you what that is, let me give you a little background.

I went to high school in the wealthiest community in the state. I was poor. I would go to Wal-Mart to buy clothes when school started, and pass the mall where all the other kids were walking out carrying Abercrombie and Fitch bags. Everyday I walked to school, and everyday I would see 16 and 17 year olds driving Lexus’s, BMW’s, Mercedes-Benz’s, etc. to school. I would get into class, and see every other kid texting on their brand new cell phones, while listening to their brand new iPods.

Now, I’m not trying to gain your sympathy – I don’t want it. I’m of the firm belief that kids should work hard for their possessions, and that parents should provide as little as they can without garnering child abuse charges. But, no matter how firmly I believed kids should not be spoiled, it didn’t stop me from becoming jealous. I mean, most of those kids were jackasses anyway, why did they deserve a brand new Blackberry when I was stuck with a 35 year-old Nokia Brick? Why did they get S-Classes when I got a Huffy?

So, this resentment built up until it came to a peak today. As I was leaving my apartment to go to the bank, I had to sit at a red light and wait to turn out of the apartment complex. I was sitting there listening to the in-and-out sound of the radio and the spastic sputtering of the 10 horsepower engine in my 18 year-old Corolla, when I heard an engine roaring behind me. So, being the horsepower-loving guy I am, I took a glance in my passenger-side mirror (my rear-view mirror died in a tragic melted-by-the-sun-glue accident).

What did I see you ask? I saw a brand-spanking-new orange Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. The first thing that popped into my slightly heatstroke-affected head (I bet you already guessed I don’t have air-conditioning) was that my apartment complex isn’t nice enough for someone who owns a Lamborghini. I mean, it’s a fairly nice neighborhood, but it’s no Country Club of the South. So, I assumed it was some rich businessmen visiting his mistress.

But, as the Lamborghini pulled up into the right-hand lane (I was occupying the left) I found it was in fact not a businessmen, congressmen, or Hollywood celebrity, but a 16 or 17 year old kid. I know many of you probably think he just took daddy’s car out for a joy-ride, but I do not think that is the case. I have seen him multiple times around town, sometimes with a passenger, sometime without. I’ve seen him at Wendy’s, at the movie theatre, and now at my apartment complex.

What pisses me off so much isn’t that he would accept the car, because honestly, who wouldn’t? I sure as hell wouldn’t turn it down. Well, I’d actually turn it down in favor of a BMW M3 and a house; but, luckily for me, I’ll never have to make that decision! Anyway, so what really pisses me off about it is that his parents spoil him that much. They want his love so badly they’re willing to go drop $200,000+ on a brand new exotic Italian sports car.

How is that supposed to facilitate his personal development? What motivation does that give him to go out and get a job? He knows damn well that he can run back to mommy and daddy whenever he needs anything. Hell, if nothing else he can sell the car when he gets in a tight spot, buy a decent Civic and still have $185,000+ cash for whatever he may need.

If you want to rant about your personal experience with rich kids, then Join the forum! Otherwise, use the button below to donate to my Lamborghini fund.