Whatever Happened To Gentlemanly Pursuits — Collecting Old Maps, For Example?

No offense, but if you ever, ever again force me to consider the concept of “trust fund DJs” then I will start agitating for the reinstatement of the estate tax:

[D.J.] Berrie, 21, is just one of a burgeoning breed of D.J.’s. Young and rich — Mr. Berrie’s late father made his fortune as the marketer and manufacturer of the Troll doll in the 80’s — they wield their natural-born connections to money, promoters and marketers to secure some of the most coveted D.J. gigs in the city.

It used to be that scions of wealthy families would grow up in Daddy’s image to become pampered workhorses. Or maybe, if his parents were particularly artsy or intellectual, he would be supported while pursuing an M.F.A. or multiple terminal master’s degrees. Connections were always useful for getting into top-notch schools, or climbing corporate ladders.

But today, as we know all too well, the young and trust-funded are often after fame, having secured their fortune as babies. Most of them can get that fame just by going out enough during the week and insulting Lindsay Lohan (what’s up, Brandon Davis!) when there’s a camera around. Yet there are still those wealthy young’uns who manage to develop a work ethic. Today, instead of claiming the corner office, they hunker down behind a set of turntables in a D.J. booth.