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The Uses of Luxury
The Robb Report should probably call itself 'The<
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>Magazine for People with Way Too Much Money'. It <
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>is a critical examination of the goods, services <
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>money is no object. There is no advice on getting<
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>the most out of a tight budget, just advice on <
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>getting the most.<
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>So, if you don't happen to be in that bracket, what's<
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>the point? Why read about what you can't attain? <
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>If you can keep envy in check, there are three<
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>reasons to read the Robb Report regularly.<
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>1. it makes for very good fantasizing. Think of it<
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>as a harmless form of consumer-porn.<
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>2. the rich really do live well and there are ideas<
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>you can adapt from them to your own more modest <
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>3. some of the writing is superb. Read Jack Smith on<
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>hiking through the Alps (Jan2007)for instance.<
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>If you can't afford the experiences descibed in the <
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>Robb Report, you can at least have the comfort of <
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>their acquaintance. Of course, you could, alternatively<
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>save the cover price, read it in the library and invest<
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>the money you saved in a no-load mutual fund. Allowing<
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>for growth and compounding and all, you'll probably be<
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>able to afford that yacht about nine thousand years <
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>--Lynn Hoffman, author of THE NEW SHORT COURSE IN WINE and<
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>the forthcoming novel bang BANG from Kunati Books.ISBN<
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>9781601640005

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Please Don't Be Jealous!
It's very easy to hate this magazine. This periodical is geared towards a very select audience who don't see paying $125,000 for a watch or $5,500,000 for a summer house as a "out of reach" and find the price of this subscription pitifully cheap. It can very easily inspire class envy, because after reading for while, it becomes quite clear, page after glossy page: there are many people out there who are much more wealthy that you will ever be in your life. No hard feelings; just a small fact of life that some can't live with.<
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>And that's alright. You can always fantasize, but don't hate this magazine or the people who read it, nor those who are in it. You might try and learn a little from them, and you just might see a bit of your fortune change. If a friend of yours has a copy of this magazine, he or she is either very ambitious or already successful. Keep your eye on him or her. Probably going somewhere soon. :)

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Who says Money can't buy you Happiness?
Bah---they're just shopping at the wrong stores. <
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>More to the point, they probably never leafed through a copy of the Robb Report. <
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>Back in my lowly days as a cold-calling, dialing-for-dollars stockbroker, the ratty looking guy occupying the desk to my right would always sneer when I would pick up the Robb Report on my mid-afternoon walk---"you're a dreamer, Garrett", he would rasp, cackling as I idled, morning coffee-a-steaming, over the glossy, gorgeous, impossibly perfect sleekness of a Bugatti million dollar supercar, or a Lamborghini Murcielago, or a cask of rare Amontillado, or some crafty, indolent, impossibly sexy and lethal day-spa tucked away in the mountain fastness of Colorado. <
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>Yeah, I was a dreamer. Still am. <
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>And? So? What's wrong with that? Self-help gurus jet around this green and pleasant land of hours and make gazillions touting visualization---seeing your goals so as to better attain them---so what's wrong with drooling over a glossy spread of the latest Rolls Royce Phantom and saying "yeah, granted, I'm slaving for 100 hours a week, but next February I'm gonna be riding around in that roadster, with a built-in-humidor"? <
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>See my point? <
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>The Robb Report, then, is my conduit to dreams: to those things within my immediate grasp, and to those creature comforts promised at the far end of an arduous campaign. Things I new of before, perhaps: things the dear old RR introduced unto me---like the whiskey maker Balvenie, and its sharp-as-Toledo-steel 10-year single malt whiskey, with its rich peaty flavor and whiff of Irish Sea insanity. <
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>Dreams, indeed. <
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>Let's burrow down the marrow, dear friends: let's get down into the viscera, the bone, the sinew of the matter. Capitalism is about, frankly, each being rewarded unto his own raw ambition, his crazy energy, his feisty talent. The Robb Report, then, serves as a kind of psychological lodestone: do this, Gentle Knight, and the world---of fine Sevruga caviar, of Crystal, of Rolex, of Bugatti and Maserati and Lamborghini and Rolls Royce and townhouses the size of small nation-states and, more to the point, full financial independence with Savile-Row tailoring and hella-great cigars---shall be yours. <
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>Dare I say that Robb Report is gorgeously shot, lustrously framed, and succinctly written? A sort of porno for uber-capitalists? <
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>I shall. Drink up, me hearties! Yaaaaaar!<
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