If there’s one thing I can’t abide*, it’s the people in the world who have enough money to fix a huge chunk of everyone else’s problems – real problems, problems that impact how people live or dictate whether or not they’re able to live at all – but, like, don’t, and blow their cash on more yachts or whatever it is the ultra-wealthy buy.
Watching Dear Mr. Brody drove that home for me while also helping me realize that ultra-wealthy people who do use their money to avail the greater good are also total dicks. Admittedly: Michael Brody Jr. isn’t exactly a “dick.” I think he really wanted to help people with his money. But he didn’t. He just gave people hope and nothing more. I’m not okay with that.
*Ha ha ha, just one thing, sure.