Years ago my husband and I went out to lunch with a friend we hadn't seen in years. She'd put on a bunch of weight in the interim (and whined hilariously about her unemployed status, blaming it on George W. Bush, when she'd paid to learn an extremely specialized skill in a music-related industry, one that you generally need connections to get a job in--the school where she learned this trade didn't even offer job placement and said frankly on its website that its students were usually people already in this industry looking to expand their skills, and students should not count on finding jobs doing this. But when Clinton was President she had a job--never mind that it was as a customer service phone rep. Oh, no, when Clinton was President this weird specialized skill was a huge growth industry. :rolleyes. Anyway.) We offered to pay for her lunch since she didn't have any money. We didn't have a ton, either, so we went to Friday's, where we knew we could get burgers for $7 or so. She looked at the menu and said, "Can I get the steak?" How were we supposed to say "no?" The steak was twice what our meals cost. We wouldn't have minded if she got something a couple of dollars more--like in the $7-$10 range--but twice what ours cost? And we had a baby and she knew money was tight for us, too. But she didn't give a shit. Fatty wanted steak, so Fatty got steak. Oh, the stories I have about that woman and her mess of a life and her rotten boyfriends and gross constant sex talk. I looked her up online a year or so ago, and she's now an obeast. Big surprise.