I’ve know what it is that really gets to me about Luisa. She NEVER checks her EXTREME privilege. It is super easy to be constantly chilled and unfazed all the time when you are married to a millionaire. Her version of being annoying and on the go all the time is working out (multiple sessions, PT, classes etc - easy when you are married to a millionaire), going to her own stables, riding her multiple horses, feeding her ducks, mucking out, going to Aquatox for laser hair removal, before rushing to a boozy brunch or before recording the pod (which is easy, fun “work”). Then she may need to fit her hair stylist popping round, or a make up artist. She has a team of nannies helping full time with child care. She has her parents living with her. She has private chefs from time to time. Every day of her life is like a holiday. She can buy what she wants, go where she wants, travel wherever and whenever she wants. She lives in constant luxury. She never has to worry about paying a bill or affording anything. She has no idea of real life. Yes, perhaps I am jealous. I would love to live her life. I would love to not worry about money, or how to fit x number of commitments into one day, have someone to help with school runs, extra curricular activities, homework, cleaning, cooking. I would love to earn big money from having a natter with my mate twice a week. I would love to be able to swan off to Thailand for a few weeks. I used to ride when I was younger and would love to get back into it but I simply can’t afford lessons because they are so pricey, let alone own my own horse. I would love to have the time to do two work outs in a day. I would love to have constant beauty treatments. Money makes you carefree and gives you time. Also while money can’t buy you health - she can also pay for the best private treatments. I wish she would just fucking check her privilege from time to time. All the above is so easy when you are married to a millionaire.