The good kind of rich 💰💰💰

September 28, 2018

Listen: Real Thang by Anna Wise & Jon Bap

If Fantasia were to do a 2018 reboot with lots of abstract geometric illustrations in the place of those drippy-trippy elephants, this song would be a great place to start. It’s full of disjointed percussive elements that clang together underneath a meandering melody. And its wonkiness is only enhanced by the meter (it’s in 7!). Not majorly surprising that a solid track would come out of a collaborator on To Pimp A Butterfly (that’s Anna Wise), and Jon Bap has been well reviewed on his own too. Together, they are the odd little delight that your life has been missing. Happy Friday.

 

The good kind of billionaire

Just came across this excellent explainer article called “The Appealing Myth of the Frugal Billionaire.” You’ve heard it before: ‘Warren Buffet drives such a sensible car’; ‘Bezos wears a $10 watch, what a guy!” By acting like regular people in the not-particularly-meaningful ways that mask their multiple homes around the globe, the world’s greatest billionaires become an acceptable, ‘grounded’ kind of rich that’s less threatening to the plebes. All of which feels very, “I just eat anything and I’m still this skinny!” Lies.

Peak condition

In fact, Gisele Bündchen was one of those “I eat anythings” back in the day. But fast forward 15 years to peak-wellness-culture and her diet book is open and pretty near blank. If you haven’t heard, she and Tom Brady have incredibly restrictive eating rules: no gluten, no dairy, no sugar, no fungi, no caffeine, no nightshades, nothing that’s not organic. Which clearly has been serving them both just fine, both physically and in the press, so Brady has leveraged that winning discipline into a Blue Apron-style meal kit (Gisele couldn’t possibly, for she is not Gwyneth, nor is she currently playing in the NFL).

 

But consumers of the meal kit report that, despite paying $13 a plate to achieve peak performance from within, they largely have not joined the NFL, and also remain unmarried to Gisele. Which has to be a total blow to the men unaccustomed to being marketed to in this way. Welcome.

So… that’s a ‘no’ on goop?

And here I was thinking my vag egg was going to get me cast in Shallow Hal II. Rats.

Go Pats (unironically),

Margot