The bad behavior of the richest: what I learned from wealth managers

emeraldninjaiv:

justsomeantifas:

If nearly a decade interviewing the wealth managers for the 1% taught me anything, it is that the ultra-rich and the ultra-poor have a lot more in common than stereotypes might lead you to believe.

In conversation, wealth managers kept coming back to the flamboyant vices of their clients. It was quite unexpected, in the course of discussing tax avoidance, to hear professional service providers say things like:

“I’ve told my colleagues: ‘If I ever become like some of our clients, shoot me.’ Because they are really immoral people – too much time on their hands, and all the money means they have no limits. I was actually told by one client not to bring my wife on a trip to Monaco unless I wanted to see her get hit on by 10 guys. The local sport, he said, was picking up other men’s wives.”

The clients of this Geneva-based wealth manager also “believe that they are descended from the pharaohs, and that they were destined to inherit the earth”.

If a poor person voiced such beliefs, he or she might well be institutionalized; for those who work with the wealthy, however, such “eccentricities” are all in a day’s work. Indeed, an underappreciated irony of accelerating economic inequality has been the way it has exposed behaviors among the ultra-rich that mirror the supposed “pathologies” of the ultra-poor.

In fact, one of the London-based wealth managers I interviewed said that a willingness to accept with equanimity behavior that would be considered outrageous in others was an informal job requirement. Clients, he said, specifically chose wealth managers not just on technical competence, but on their ability to remain unscandalized by the private lives of the ultra-rich: “They [the clients] have to pick someone they want to know everything about them: about Mother’s lesbian affairs, Brother’s drug addiction, the spurned lovers bursting into the room.” Many of these clients are not employed and live off family largesse, but no one calls them lazy.

As Lane and Harburg put it in the libretto of the musical Finian’s Rainbow:

When a rich man doesn’t want to work

He’s a bon vivant, yes, he’s a bon vivant

But when a poor man doesn’t want to work

He’s a loafer, he’s a lounger

He’s a lazy good for nothing, he’s a jerk

When the wealthy are revealed to be drug addicts, philanderers, or work-shy, the response is – at most – a frisson of tabloid-level curiosity, followed by a collective shrug.

Behaviors indulged in the rich are not just condemned in the poor, but used as a justification to punish them, denying them access to resources that keep them alive, such as healthcare and food assistance. Discussion of poverty has become almost impossible without moral outrage directed at lazy “welfare queens”, “crackheads” and other drug addicts, and the “promiscuous poor” (a phrase that has cropped up again and again in discussions of public benefits over more than a century).

These disparate perceptions aren’t just evidence of hypocrisy; they are literally a matter of life and death. In the US, the widespread belief that the poor are simply lazy has led many states to impose work requirements on aid recipients –even those who have been medically classified as disabled. Limiting aid programs in this way has been shown to shorten recipients’ lives: rather than the intended consequence of pushing recipients into paid employment, the restrictions have simply left them without access to medical care or a sufficient food supply. Thus, in one of the richest counties in America, a boy living in poverty died of a toothache; there were no protests, and nothing changed.

Meanwhile, the “billionaire” in the White House starts his days at 11am – the rest of the morning is coyly termed “executive time” – and is known for his frequent holidays. “Nice work if you can get it,” quipped an opinion piece in the Washington Post.

We don’t hear much about laziness, drug addiction or promiscuity among the wealthiest members of society because – unlike Trump – most billionaires are not public figures and go to great lengths to seek privacy. Thus the motto of one London-based wealth management firm: “I want to be invisible.” This company, like many other service providers to the ultra-rich, specializes in preserving secrecy for clients. The wealthy people I studied not only had wealth managers but often dedicated staff members who killed negative stories about them in the media and kept their names off the Forbes “rich list”.

Many even present themselves as homeless – for tax purposes – despite owning multiple residences. For the ultra-rich, having no fixed residence provides major legal and financial advantages; this is exemplified by the case of the wealthy businessman who acquired eight different nationalities in order to avoid taxes on his fortune, and by the UK native I interviewed in his Dubai apartment building:

“I am not tax resident anywhere. The tax man says ‘show me a utility bill’, and the only utility bill I can present is for the house I own in Thailand, and it’s in a language that the European authorities aren’t familiar with. With all the mobility going on in the world, international marriages, governments can’t keep up with people.”

Meanwhile, the poor can end up being “resident nowhere” because no one will allow them to stay in one place for very long; as the sociologist Cristobal Young has shown, the majority of migrants are poor people. In addition, the poor are routinely evicted from housing on the slightest pretext, frequently driving them into homeless shelters – which are in turn forced to move when local homeowners engage in nimby (not in my back yard) protests. Even the design of public spaces is increasingly organized to deny the poor a place to alight, however temporarily.

It is as if the right to move around, to take up space, and to direct your own life as you see fit have become luxury goods, available to those who can pay instead of being human rights. For the rich, deviance from social norms is nearly consequence-free, to the point where outright criminality is tolerated: witness the collective shrug that greeted revelations of massive intergenerational tax fraud in the Trump family.

For the poor, however, even the most minor deviance from others’ expectations – like buying ice cream or soft drinks with food stamps – results in stigmatization, limits on their autonomy, and deprivation of basic human needs. This makes life far more nasty, brutish and short for those on the lowest rungs of the socio-economic ladder, creating a chasm of more than 20 years in life expectancy between rich and poor. This appears to some as a fully justified consequence of “personal responsibility” – the poor deserve to die because of their moral failings.

So while the behavior of the ultra-rich gets an ever-widening scope of social leeway, the lives of the poor are foreshortened in every sense. Once upon a time, they were urged to eat cake; now the cake earns them a public scolding.

@we-are-rogue @we-arerevolutionary

The bad behavior of the richest: what I learned from wealth managers

bone-of-contention:

thefandomdropout:

sassy-gay-justice:

cellarspider:

castielwinchestqueer:

arctickayla:

tkushes:

rhabdomancer:

tkushes:

never seen awful statues?? I think u are forgetting all of Michelangelo’s attempts at sculpting women, the big queer

Damn, how could I forget?

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Dented oranges are my favorite type of breast

Michel-I’ve never seen a naked woman-angelo 

he literally just sculpted a man’s pectorals and put lumpy lemons on them

Okay to be fair, there are a shitton of Virgin Mary paintings that show Mickey wasn’t the only dude out there doing religious art who hadn’t a fucking clue what breasts were supposed to be.

Madonna Nursing the Christ Child, Robert Champin’s (c. 1375 – 26 April 1444)   workshop. Tiny shoulderboobs will be a theme here, as will babies who look like they want to start a fight.

Madonna With Child, Rogier van der Weyden, c.1450. Please note that we have both tiny boob and an invisible nipple.

Mary and Child, Gerard David (1490). Even the baby isn’t buying it.

Madonna Nursing the Christ Child, Legend of the Master of the Magdalen (15th-16th century)

Galaktotrophousa, Master Ioannis (1778). Yes, there’s a boob in this picture.

And my favorite, for bonus points of “why is this even a thing”:

The Miraculous Lactation of St. Bernard, Alonso Cano (1650)

This painting depicts the spiritual nourishing of St. Bernard by the milk of Our Lady, based on this legendary mystical experience: Bernard prayed before a statue of the Madonna, asking her, “Show yourself a mother” (“Monstra te esse Matrem”). The statue came to life and and squirted milk from the breast onto the Saint’s lips.

So yeah, Michelangelo couldn’t sculpt a boob to save his goddamn life, but if he was cribbing off of other artists, he can be forgiven. At least one of them might have seen a boob and still fucked up this bad.

#even today male artists don’t know how boobs work

My friend’s tag brings up a fantastic point and I’d like to expand on it:

WHAT THE HELL ?! @blipsterinsverige

These remind me of that project where they asked people to draw a bicycle from memory. Except it doesn’t look like these people had ever seen a boob to draw from memory.

today in “things i’m disproportionately emotional about”:

kaijutegu:

hungry-hungry-hobbit:

systlin:

pipcomix:

the-thrill-be-damned:

it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!

like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:

doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed

what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever

people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what

they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly

they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves

they all sang songs

they all drew pictures

they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests

they fell in love

they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them

they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole

Oh I like him he looks like he would appreciate my jokes

This dude would have great stories at a get-together and would bring some really great homemade dip. 

I feel like he really digs Lo-Fi Music

This guy was sculpted by Alfons and Adrie Kennis, and their Neanderthal reconstructions are all delightful

I love the kid in the last picture a lot- they look like a kid, just a little kid who’s done some mischief and is trying not to laugh about it.

I also adore their Lucy- they’ve struck a wonderful balance between the falling angel and the rising ape.

And their Turkana boy- there’s something precious and wistful in those eyes. 

But my favorite has got to be their reconstruction of H. floresiensis.

Just look at her. That’s a face of someone who’s lived and seen a lot, but also a face that’s known love and joy and laughter. That’s a face with a soul

rockurai-skywalker:

bizarrodf:

zakeno:

The Trump Administration is trying to define us trans folk out of existence- but we DO exist, we HAVE existed, and we sure as hell will CONTINUE to exist! Please, make sure you get out and vote, bring attention to trans voices, and support us wherever you can!

Our civil rights are at stake- by their own words, they believe inclusive policies “wrongfully extend civil rights protections to people who should not have them.” Please read this article on the proposed revision of the legal definition of gender!  

ngl, i support your cause on this, but doesn’t like

like even if this passes, doesn’t that mean nothing changes?

y’all can still identify as whatever you wanna identify as

Not that simple.

anyday-happyday:

moxperidot:

my favorite thing about “fbi/nsa agent monitoring my computer” things is it implies that there is at least one agent for every single person on earth with a computer

not really.

like i know this is a shitpost but just in case folks aren’t aware: the fbi and nsa and whatev gov agencies do monitor all internet traffic. The idea tho is to catalogue and scan for things like keywords and other data analysis and use that info to flag accounts/ip addresses/identities. Basically, building massive databases of information on all people just in case you become a threat to the state.

Think of it like an automatic file being built on every single person in real time. Should you do anything to warrant state suppression, your file may be flagged for further investigation which may lead to being actively tracked or suppressed (as evidenced in the past with COINTELPRO)

so no, there isn’t an agent per person. But you bet your ass there is a profile of you that connects all your electronic activity (including GPS data/metadata and tracking via MAC addresses, user agents and/or unique hardware identifiers) to intelligence agencies.

of course, much of this is intended to specifically instill fear, uncertainty, and doubt as part of a larger culture of fear.

but I figure it is better to know what’s going on so you can understand what’s happening.

so anyway, yeah, shit’s real yo.

paksenarrion-reader:

paksenarrion-reader:

so anyway I met a guy when I was walking out of the metro today

“I’m Polish, I just haven’t been here for thirty years,” he said, and even under the stubble and the fucking haggard look that had me make eye contact before he walked up to me because damn bitch, you okay bro? and I know what kind of desperation puts that kind of look on your face, I pegged him at some mid-thirties, so he’d be like, what, four fucking years old when he left the country, “I’ve just been deported from Chicago, I have no family here, I have no home, I have nowhere to go. So I’m trying to get on a train to Berlin, but all I have,” and he shows me a handful of silver and yellow pennies and a crumpled banknote that is very distinctly not Polish currency, “is these and one dollar, I haven’t slept in two days, I haven’t showered in a week, I haven’t had water,” and he really fucking looks the part too and his voice breaks when he says the train from Warsaw to Berlin is so-and-so fucking expensive, BUT it’s cheaper from Poznan even counting the Warsaw-Poznan course and I’m just glad this man had the sense to beg near an ATM and to ask if I speak English before he said all that

and he was dead certain I’m not serious when I handed him enough for that train ticket and as much over as I could spare so he can remind himself he’s a human being

and I guess why I’m making this post is

@America, kindly get your SHIT TOGETHER

STAT.

Please reblog this. Please keep reblogging this. Please make Americans see this and see it again and over again. Their government is doing this to their own people, and it doesn’t result in anything being made great.

supernova2395:

spiroandthelacktones:

spiroandthelacktones:

That judge who asked young children if they even knew what a lawyer was and then continued to proceed on their cases is a piece of shit and I hope he rots slowly while alive, he should have refused, what a pathetic evil motherfucker who actually spoke to these children face to face and still proceeded to treat them like criminals and send them off to god knows what kinda awful shit, I hope that sick fuck gets a very slow painful disease

William C Snoufer die bitch

So what this post is talking about is the short film: Unaccompanied: Alone in America, which is a dramatic representation of the plight of unaccompanied minors seeking refuge through America’s immigration courts.

As the Department of Justice does not allow recording devices in immigration courts the film maker used actors to recreate the process as best she could.

William C Snoufer is a retired Judge who agreed to return to the seat to help make the film, he is not someone actually judging these children and I think it was really commendable of him to be a part of this project.

Also I think it’s prudent to note, this project began work in 2014. Unaccompanied children have not had access to US immigration lawyers or translators since at least then, and probably longer. This is not a new problem for the US, just one that has been recently brought to light in the most horrific way possible.