Oh For Dumb

The New Yorker has an extensive profile (sub req) of Daphne Guinness. She is, to be blunt, a waste of time and wealth. Why, exactly, they made the decision to profile a minor noble whose blather includes fond memories of Oswald Mosley and blather about fashion icons and her obvious inability to think past wasted money on shopping, 6k for crap she can't possible need, and zero sense of  social justice. Louts like her are poster children for 100 percent death duties and 90 percent tax rates after 100k. I swear.