A friend, an acquitance, a relative? A friend of mine is a nurse and she makes 100 grands a year. That's about the richest person I know personally. What about you?
I know several billionaires but they all pretend not to know me.
There are only a handful of billionaires in the world. Would the person you are talking about happen to be Oprah Winfrey?
OP - 100 grand a year is not rich - hell, I make that.
I know someone worth over $500 million, but you'd never know it. I don't think it's really helped her life, but there must be some comfort there somewhere.
I have a friend who lives off the interest income he received from his inheritance from his parents. Since he was about 50. Doesn't live like a millionaire, but he doesn't have to work at all and lives a very good life. Lucky bitch.
I know at least a few millionaires. Having a net worth of a million is not that much wealth anymore. Many family farms in the Midwest are worth a million or more.
Friend, 200 Million+
I don't know anyone worth more than $100 million, I think, but several good friends are nearly there. Weirdly, all but one are Democrats, although they all loath Mitt.
I'm worth a whole lot less than that.
He's a writer, horror movies, comes from old money, nice guy, liberal democrat. 100+ million.
Over the years, I have known numerous people (friends, associates and some family members) who are independently wealthy. Some in the $10-20 million range; some in $100 million range and above. None of them appeared to be any different than a typical upper middle class individual.
Actually do know someone who just made billionaire list but it is all on paper and tied up in stock. Not pretending she is a friend but we are on first name basis. She is not exactly down home but very nice.
My sister won one of the giant lotteries a little over ten years ago. After taxes and all that she got about $100 million dollars. She'd never gone to school for investments, money management or anything that would help her deal with the money. She took to investing like the knowledge had always been there but she'd never has a chance to use it. She's already come pretty close to doubling her lottery money. She's pretty cool about it too. Winning the money hasn't changed her personality much. She set up trust accounts for all the nieces and nephews so they'd be able to go to college. She paid off most of our siblings houses for them. The first year after she won she bought all of us siblings new cars. We all know if we have money issues all we have to is ask. She bought a new house but it wasn't the house you'd think a lottery winner would buy. It's just a nice house in a quirky neighborhood of houses from the '30s and early '40s. Only way you'd know that she has so much money is the security on her house. She figured no one knew who she was but some whack job found out and tried, unsuccessfully, to rape her and then kidnap her. The Fort Knox security went up before she would step back into that house
She donates a lot to the homeless shelter but she also gives her time. Every month she goes to Sam's Club and buys so much food for the food bank that she has 5 people with big SUV's or pick up trucks come down to the store to load up all the food and take it to the food bank. She's looking into starting a charity that will buy up a lot of the apartment buildings that sit empty from foreclosure to get the homeless off the street and into permanent housing.
I know if I had won that money I would have used it to live a rich, very spoiled and very decadent life until it or my liver ran out.
Well my uncle and my dad seem to be in a footrace. I've asked them to slow down, saying I'd benefit when either goes, but would miss them -- we sail together -- and they don't listen.
I know a former executive of Pfizer who became rich after the discovery of Viagra. He is a great person who is now retired but still consulting. He is living the life that was meant for me.
I know a fellow who started several communications technology firms, including one that went international and is a household word. He's worth about $750 million. Easily.
Dull as toast, but honest and suspicious of everyone. He likes me because I couldn't care less about him or his money. Wife is tacky and pretentious. Family members are horribly entitled and the old friends from their earlier life, who are the only people they trust, act like creepy, protective gatekeepers. Any new friends (reps from cultural organizations trying to grab money) are equally creepy. The enormous house is filled with expensive and large crap that has no connection to the people or their lives. He sits in a little room and watches TV alone. She entertains in the kitchen (The gigantic, absurdly outfitted kitchen in which she prepared fish sticks when the cook is off work.) Of course at any moment they may decide to leave for the other side of the world on their private (large) jet. Or take their giant yacht down the river to Rio.
New money. (sniff)
I worked in development for a large non-profit and got to know many "rich" people - old money, new money, family money, earned money, married-into-money, divorced-from-money-but-made-a-bundle, and various combinations of these.
Family members of the leading beer family (pre-sale), founding families of leading brokerages, football team owners, oil families, technology pioneers, and just plain old money from connections to 19th century families frequently seen in social pages, history books, Titanic passengers and politicians.
The worst? The fucking Bushes and their extended clan of entitled, mean-spirited, arrogant assholes, plus their disgusting collection of "intimates." I don't know about Marvin and Dorothy and Neil is just dumb, but you can take the others and populate a horror movie with them, starting with Barbara the Great Cosmic Cunt. As far as GHW Bush - oh, he's all humanized as an old man and pathetic as he faces his death, but back in the day he was both a tool and a manipulator of the first order.
I also can take credit for telling Hillary Clinton in 1992 she should run for president, but that just offers evidence that I've become an asshole like the people about which I complain. I probably have.
I know two top scientists, people who've made big advances in fields related to computer science. They've both made millions off of speaking fees and royalties, and are totally "self-made men/women".
They're what we call "Alpha Geeks", masters of their own little universes. Sheldon Cooper wants to be like them.
My roommate. He has a job.
Surprisingly enough, twelve people appearing on Forbes' list this week.
Money may not buy happiness but it does buy you the best substitutes.
I've had an associate in the arts that I've worked with for close to 20 years. He's very wealthy - and i've always assumed it was in the 10 - 15 million range. He's got three adult kids. Clearly well off, but real down to earth, real people. Just recently, one of the kids (now realize this is pre-inheritance) just made a charitable contribution of $40 million. It was written about in the NY Times. Then, mom & dad just had a wing of a hospital named after them (because of a contribution) AND a residence hall of a local university built and named after them. So now I suspect their wealth is in the hundreds of millions.
I know a woman who's husband makes over $4 million a year but I don't know her well. I used to have a friend who had oil money but we dropped each other.
Republicans and the oil money was also a religious freak. Before oil, a dirt farmer.
Hundreds of millions? I would say, probably billionaires, r22.
My mother, worth 20 million, inherited. She's 82 and strong as an ox. Shit.
Almost half of all Dataloungers claim to make more than $300K a year.
And yet, they all talk like they live in a tiny studio in a large urban gay ghetto. Go figure!
r13, that's really cool about your sister. She should definitely start her own foundation/charity. She would have complete control and say over how the money is being used. Plus it creates jobs for others and gives her tax benefits.
My career is in wealth management, so I know a lot of insanely wealthy people, both old money and new money.
A close friend, a guy I grew up with as comfortably upper middle class, is in the insanely wealthy category. He owns a jet (not a fractional ownership, the whole jet) and is part owner of an NFL team. He's self-made through business and smart investments, but his life isn't that great. His wife has been battling cancer for 10 years, one kid died in an accident and his other kids are emotional wrecks. Sad, really. Money can't buy you happiness, I guess.
R4 Considering most people are living on $30,000 or less I'd say $100,000 is doing quite well.
I know someone who inherited a couple of million.
I have a friend who married a much older man who deals in diamonds. He makes frequent trips to Sierra Leone. They also own a bunch of companies, but I assume that most of the money is from the diamonds, because he spends so much time traveling to SL. They are worth 40 million, and have homes around the world.
I know at least thirty or forty multi-millionaires. I'm a lawyer in NYC -- half the people I hang out with either have that much, or their families do, or their friends do.
One of the saddest things about America is the extraordinary split between rich and poor. These people spend most of their time worrying about what car to buy next, or what vacation to take, or what jewelry to buy. Just the sales tax on their yearly purchases could save so many families from bankruptcy. But they don't think that way. They just think about their money and themselves. Makes me so angry.
Then again, a few of them do volunteer work for worthwhile organizations, and some give a great amount of money to charities. Still. It's just such a 1% world.
The town I grew up in had a small immigrant Russian population. One family lived up the street from us and I used to hang out a lot with the son, who was a little older than me.
As an adult, he went back to Russia when the iron curtain fell and became the main architect of their stock market. He also got in on all of their TV stations.
His wealth is in the billions-range at this point. He has since moved back to my quaint north shore, long island town and is now the big local douchebag. The mayor licks his ass. The town bends zoning rules for him and his stupid house.
He travels around town with a couple of bodyguards, and even takes them into the local bar when he wants a beer.
Oh, and his yacht was in our little harbor too. It's RIDICULOUSLY huge and manned by a staff of 30.
And the motherfucker is cheap. A friend was hired to tutor his special needs son. She was with him for two months and finally left. Because they refused to pay her even though she made great progress with the kid.
We say hello when I go back to visit (we actually see each other every Xmas eve at the aforementioned bar) but I think he's shady scum.
I know two people how are each worth about $50 mil.
And I can attest, it hasn't made them happy. But at least they don't have to worry about rent and shit.
All my life I have heard that money can't buy you happiness. All I can say is, "Try me."