Well, I thought I've seen it all; but Giselle Bundchen's (or whatever the hell her name is) and Tom Brady's new house in California is just so over the top, I can't stand it.
Alright, if you have the money and you can afford to buy all the furniture it would take to fill a museum sized home, more power to you. I don't really care about flagrant, in your face, shows of status and money unwisely spent. If it makes a person happy; better to be happy than unhappy. I just sort of sense an emptiness about those big places that fills me with a strange, unexplainable sadness. I really wouldn't want to live in one. I lose my glasses too often to want to get that much exercise looking for them.
What's funny about the house that the Supermodel/Quarterback share is it's supposedly built to the highest green standards. Excuse me? Going green means going less. When one considers the cost of air conditioning on a house that size, sorry - there's nothing green about it. Just enormous consumption of valuable natural resources while most people in the world don't even have clean drinking water. Alas, happiness does come at a cost, usually built on some misery of faceless others. Or at least, status does.
It's hot in Louisiana this week. My energy efficient house is nice and cool, and it costs me about $72 a month to keep it that way. I would not trade this cute little place for any mansion in Bel Air or anywhere else. I would simply feel like a very large pig, hogging the slop tray. That sounds so Charlie Manson and I don't mean I think rich people are pigs. I just think they are ignorant about what's truly meaningful.