When I read The Millionaire Next Door, I was struck by the ironic punchline: the secret to being a millionaire is living like a pauper. What a cruel joke for those who dream of riches.
And last night, on the way to a lavish dinner with Taylor, I realized that millionaires are like skinny girls. “I wish I hadn’t gained so much weight,” I remarked ruefully. “If only I were skinnier, I could eat more.”