Look, I understand the hate, I really do. People often hate what they can't afford. Just because I eat steak and lobster every night and wash it down with the finest of cognacs and you eat Kraft Dinner with vienna sausages and gag it down with the flattest of 3 week old Mountain Dew doesn't mean I don't appreciate the struggle to afford your Charvels, which I can only imagine are made out of recycled pallets. While I was waiting for my trust fund to mature, I had to get my hands dirty too, scrubbing my neighbor's Bentleys and marble statuary just to afford my first Tom Anderson