Real Estate Porn

When I look at some of these houses from Greenwich, I can't help thinking this is like real estate porn. You wait for the screen to fill with these big-breasted French-doored monster babes of mansions.

I grew up ... if there was one ... on the "modest" side of town.

The joke of it was that I grew up in a very average middle-class house (3 bd, 2 bath) on a street called Mansion Place. There WAS a mansion on the street, but it sure wasn't OUR house. My dad used to make people wait for him to go from one phone extension to the other, saying, "Let me pick up the other phone -- it's at the other end of the house," and would proceed to make them wait ENDLESSLY to fool people into thinking we lived in a mansion and the "other end of the house" was miles away -- it was insane -- and typical of my nutty advertising man dad. Image was everything.