The Pampered Princess Syndrome

 Today was a podcast kind of morning.  I finished listening to Andy Cohen's weekly shows and then listened to Gavin Newsom's podcast that had Hunter Biden on. I have really grown to love Hunter, especially after reading his book.  He's not perfect and he'll tell you that he's not perfect.  I want to see him succeed.  I appreciate his honesty and lately his MAGA trolling has made me smile and laugh.  I think their family has a good heart.  I felt a ping in my heart when he talked about Joe grieving for this country.  Yeah. Me too.  I didn't cry.  I will if I turn it onto the UFC fighting tonight.  WTF?

It was the second podcast that intrigued me.  I found Jennifer Welch's podcast.  I thought this woman looks familiar when I'd see her in the news or on Instagram.  Her and her co-host used to be on a Bravo show in Oklahoma.  Of course I watched it.  It's Bravo and I have no life.  She is wicked funny as well as Angie so I tune in on occasion.  

This episode was talking about that dumb Gwyneth Paltrow and her stupid comments about not feeling anything.  They were talking about how she has the Pampered Princess Syndrome.  Everyone does everything for you and just kind of insulated from the world.  I know one too many women who suffer from that.  

And that brings me to finding Cassie's picture on Facebook the other day.  She is definitely on Ozempic. Or something.  I was shocked with this picture.  It actually made her look old.  Just plain old with the wrinkles and lollipop head. She looked about 10 years older.  I kind of wondered when I saw the previous picture where she was sitting on a lawn chair but I thought, well she's 64.  I suppose.  Her hands looked kind of like a skeleton.  I was so baffled.  I thought good for her on losing weight.  What's her secret?

Having good insurance.  That's what her secret is.  I knew she didn't have any medical conditions or than a doctor telling her to lose weight.  I knew she didn't work out or even go for a walk.  She preferred going for a glass of wine and looking at what celebrities are saying on twitter or X.  I'm not reading Shakespeare but I do go outdoors even if I get called a cow.  

Everything was taken care of by her husband.  If someone looked at her crossed eyed, it was I don't have to work. I have a husband.  Sigh. I wonder how he felt about always being the escape route to her problems.  

My mom said we probably had too many problems for her to handle.  That's life!  People have problems.  Sometimes the struggle is real and the true friend will stick around and talk.  They'll have that conversation with you that makes you feel better.

We were too different.  I'm fine going to Kohls and occasionally Macys if I wanted to shop.  Or had a credit card.  I'm ok with not having that.  Cassie shopped at some place where they served champagne.  What is Von Maur and why do you need to get boozed up to go shopping? 

When Trump got elected the first time, she deleted her social media for an hour and then told me what she did.  She asked me how are you so calm about this?  I said my life is garbage anyway so what's the difference with this psychopath?

No, my life isn't garbage, but I was used to struggling.  I got to admit this is a lot harder the second time around.  I have to deal. I don't have an escape route.  I can't hide.  I have to face life every day.  I would never want to put that burden on anyone else.  I've known a few Cassies that just don't even want to deal with a dental cleaning unless their husband is there to hold their hand.  Honestly, I didn't need anyone to hold my hand during cancer treatment, but it would have been nice to have someone send me a funny meme of a cat or dog. I'm not a pampered princess where I need someone to carry my purse.  

She can hide in her condo in Door County and sip her wine at 10 am after she takes her ozempic shot.  I've wondered how her life is up there.  Does she have any friends?  I suppose she has to keep up with the Joneses in that area. I don't know a lot about that area.  If it's considered elite, she has to be there.

I'm ok with not being a pampered princess.  Would I like a shoulder to lean on occasion?  Yeah.  I can handle a lot.  I just don't want someone to solve my problems.  I would like someone that has my back and maybe give me an idea on how to handle them. I could just never be that type of person who can't think about others in that way.

I'll lose weight in my due time.  I would love to have better insurance but not so I can take a drug and look like a bobblehead.  I'll work it out.  I always do. 

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