Simple. Wealth allows it to happen.

Bingo. Too much success, spoilt brat syndrome, culture of expectation, big softies going to therapists because ooooh dear we feel a bit upset and maybe paying humungous quantities of cash to someone who lets us talk like the self-obsessed w**kers we are without giving us the abuse we so richly deserve will make our thin, dessicated souls feel a bit less fragile; am I attractive enough, does my bum look big in this, it's my metabolism you know, not that I'm a lazy Dorito-scarfing nightmare in stretch pants, well I know someone who had a four-bedroom house when they were 25 so why don't we, no I really need an SUV, of course my precious kids cannot be allowed to go out on bikes it's a dangerous world out there paedophile murderer random mugging drunken driver OMG PUT YOUR CYCLE HELMET ON JEMIMAH, don't you read the papers?

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