New York Times, your bourgeois lifestyle pieces make me want to die. I get it. Wealthy people can afford to live in towns in Connecticut full of good food, colonial houses, and local businesses. I get it. Wealthy people can afford to go to top tier colleges with exciting and expensive meal options. I get it. Wealthy people can afford to habitually ride horses, and this is sometimes dangerous.

All the "most emailed" stories are just fluffy stories about things upper-middle class people enjoy doing that the rest of us engorge enviously as a soothing substitute for actual news which is sometimes upsetting and often demonstrates the overall tilt of our political and economic system in favor of the wealthy--the ones whose life details we love to read every morning before driving our kids to an inadequate education and reaping mediocre wages.

You used to be alright, New York Times. What happened?