Wednesday 7 December 2011

Upstairs, downstairs

Why does the idea of having servants appeal to us? Easy. We see ourselves as superior beings who deserve all the pampering we can get. 


Servants serve to pamper us and make us feel special. We need to be told and shown that we are beautiful people. We overlook the fact that the elite were indolent snobs in days of yore. Perhaps many still are?


I mean how lazy do you have to be not to answer your door, put on your glad rags, answer your telephone, cook your food, and clean your place? What's next? Not wanting to wipe your tush? 


Do you think a butler ever traveled in a covered wagon?


[And servants have more fun, at least at 165 Eaton Place]

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