Rich people's complaints are like car alarms or baby screams - they're
useless and no one wants to hear them. Few people can relate to the
blight that hit your privacy hedge or how itchy the crocodile seats in
your new Tesla are, especially when they're trying to figure out which
bus transfers get them to the free clinic.
You should only talk about your rich people problems at the club as a
form of bragging.
Bad fences make bad neighbors, especially when your neighbors choose
chain link and razor wire over wrought-iron with fleur-de-lis accents,
even though you offered to go halfsies. Regardless of aesthetic, fences
can't block out the loud drug parties or the manic screaming,
especially when the Pats are playing or when Phil comes home reeking of
whore.
Good fences make good neighbors, but sky-high privacy hedges and
three-acre lots make great neighbors.