could you get any lazier?

Reading about the services of a "personal manager" in today's New York Times made me feel sick -

"Looking for someone to curate your life? Need a personal concierge whose expertise is not picking up dry-cleaning but helping chose your wardrobe, your tastes, your friends? Ms. Storr calls herself a personal manager, but her duties go far beyond that. Her clients, all of them men, pay monthly fees of $4,000 to $10,000 to have her be their personal decider in nearly all things lifestyle-related."

I don't understand - when did people decide to stop living?

According to Ms Allison Storr, her clients are "single and too preoccupied with work to organize their personal lives. They are either moving to Manhattan or live in the city part-time and covet her contacts, which she uses to link them with interior designers, contractors, art dealers or potential social acquaintances."

One client actually calls her "an outsourced wife. “The nice thing is that when I ask her to do something, she gets it done and there’s no negative feelings.”"

Is it slightly tragic that people can't be bothered to look for a nice restaurant or get to know a city themselves because of WORK? They're too lazy to live and make friends. I don't understand the world anymore.

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