Let us be Nouveau Riche

I'm the McMansion.

I'm the bought jewellery.

I'm the entitlement.

I'm the handbag/watch/car collections.

I'll be Ivanka Trump.

I’m American. We like to think some of us are old money but we aren’t.

I'm the price tag that the frau imprints on her brain so she can repeat my amount to her friends before they are even done commenting on the item I'm attached to.

All things Kardashian/Jenner...

I own a Louis Vuitton suitcase, handbag, phone case, card holder and sunglasses. I’m rich, if you didn’t know.

I'm the empty neighborhood in Vancouver whose Chinese owners haven't stepped foot in Canada in over a year.

R10 What?????

For r11

I'm the obnoxious labels on clothing and accessories, like LV, Calvin Klein, etc.

I breed exotic dogs like Pulis.

R6 is Nouveau Riche Eurotrash

I'm a parvenu. We're the classier version of nouveau riche.

I'm the brand new Land Rovers and Jaguars. We haven't been made worth a shit in 30 years.

I’m the French manicure 💅🏼

I'm the required (pseudo)friendship with Andy Cohen.

I'm the Botox, lips, and buttocks implants.

I'm the cheesy apartment filled with gaudy Rococo-style furniture, chandeliers, mirrors and ubiquitous gold trimming that makes my house look like an Italian-American owned catering hall in NYC.

I'm wondering what the Brooks Brother's Golden Fleece is they're all talking about. Is it a blanket? A handbag?

Mark Cross? Never heard of him. Sounds mean.

I'm the crappy Range Rover that's not much more of a truck than a Ford Explorer. But I'm expensive, so I must be good! My owner will be driving more loaner cars than me!

R2 - someone had to buy or steal it at one point, right? Lol

I'm the Rolex for the husband and the ugliest Cartier watch that Cartier makes for the wife.

This thread could also be: "Let's be Persian"

We're Grand Prospect Hall in Brooklyn.

R26 - I love Persian dick. If nouveau, so be it.

Let us be Nouveau RIche . . . with an iPhone X !

I'm a car shoe that a trashy looking Russian/Chinese/Iranian nouveau riche would try on at the Prada store on 5th Avenue while wearing no socks. The horrified shop clerk is holding one of those sanitary try-on socks but the fat slob is completely oblivious to it.

I'm also what r10 said but in So Cal.

A new money couple embarked on a world cruise. While unpacking in their stateroom, there was a knock on the door. A steward presented them with a written invitation from the captain to dine at his table. "No!" The wife replied. "We've spent too much money on this trip to eat with the help!"

I'm the hair extensions!

I'm besties with the husband's hair plugs.

I'm the Instagram account that documents it all so the plebs can see it

I'm the SUV

I love that we're thrashing around from middle to very upper class on this thread. Who says Datalounge is all-inclusive?

I'm a 1-liter bottle of Chanel No. 5.

I'm America.

I'm the Rolex watch that is worn for show, but not actually used, because everyone just looks at their phone to see what time it is.

We're the "hot girl" sorority. Those snotty bitches in Pi Phi, Kappa, and Theta may be "old money," but we don't have a single ugly legacy!

I'm the special room for the Birkin bag collection. I have glass shelving with accent lights for each purse.

I’m the I’m the bouncy house/cotton candy machine/chocolate fountain brought in to the go-kart track for Kaydynne’s birthday party. Everyonein her class is invited. Not because her parents are kind. They just want everyone to experience firsthand how rich they are.

I’m the sushi chef hired to cater the private trunk show for Mrs. Hedge Fund. Some of the moms declined, but some of the moms of the Country Day School are curious. I didn’t wash my hands because fuck those bitches.

I’m the brand-spanking new oriental carpets the Mrs. purchased. The interior designer tried to get her to sign off on authentic antique ones, but she’s not paying for someone’s thread bare sloppy seconds. They might have bugs or something. I’m newly minted, and she doesn’t see what’s so bad about that.

I’m Fox News playing around the clock.

I am the glow-in-the-dark oversized teeth veneers the whole family has now.

I'm the opulence. They has it!

I'm the awkward moments silence when someone asks one of us where we went to college.

I'm Andy Cohen's name dropping friend from St. Louis, now living in South Beach having my back waxed.

We're wife #3's 45 year old parents.

She tells everyone we're dead, but we're alive and living it up at the lake house she bought us here in Branson, MO. We drink beer and go jet skiing every day!

All females look the same nowadays. As if they all went to the same plastic surgeon.

I'm the massive gold ID bracelet the husband wears. My designer thought I'd be purchased by a rap star, not a 42 year old white man with a pot belly.

I'm the reason the neighbors think my owner is in the Mafia, because "who else would wear something like that?"