I’m often told that, on the odd occasion, I can act a little
spoilt. Yes I can stamp my feet and throw my toys out of the pram. But I know
the value of money and I certainly don’t expect the world to stop for me.

Gina claims that she would never date somebody who is
poor. This is despite her living on a £10,000 allowance from her mother, only
half the allowance her father used to provide for her. It is a shame that Miss
Rio seems to revel in living of such excessive hand-outs, choosing to lie on
her bed with shoes as opposed to snuggling up with, an albeit poor, partner.
Maybe, if she asked really nicely, her parents would set up an allowance for
him too. Would the seemingly poor man then be a more attractive prospect?

I think a large proportion of the blame has to lie with Gina’s
parents who are happy to meet her every demand. Gina explains that her father
will buy her anything to “to show how much he cares.” So that would be
her 71st designer handbag, or is it the 301st pair of high
heels?
I don’t claim to understand the complex dynamic of a family
that has gone through a divorce. But surely Miss Rio would be a more rounded
individual if, instead of throwing money at her, both parents spent more time
educating her in the ways of the world. All the money they spend could actually
help Gina to set up her own thriving company. Then she could earn more of her
own money and understand that ambition and drive is more important than how
many zeros there are on a cheque.
Gina’s father bought her a luxury pad in King’s Cross, a
very generous gift for a 23 year old to receive. But whilst it is being
renovated, I have to wonder why both Gina’s parents decided to put her up at
The Savoy rather than have her stay with them.
So yes I’m spoilt, and on occasion expect nice gifts. But
I know how much they cost and also appreciate other values in individuals beyond
the size of their wallet. Miss Rio might be an extreme example, but I suspect
there are many like her who prefer designer handbags to quality time and the
occasional hug.
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