What guy wouldn't want his fiancée to talk him up to anyone who would listen? Especially if those who are listening are reporters from Vogue magazine. She says he is “goofy”, “extremely funny” and “the life of the party."
Which is pretty easy to say, especially to a group of reporters from Vogue magazine. And your fiancé happened to be the world's third wealthiest human. And that fiancé had presented you with a thirty karat pink diamond engagement ring, along with a team of Oompa Loompas to help lift your arm as that little bauble dangles from your left hand.
Does it come as any kind of revelation to anyone that Jeff Bezos is "the life of the party" when he can buy and sell the party hundreds of times over until he is surrounded by enough sycophants who will laugh at any and all "goofy" things he might say in an "extremely funny" way? "I mean, you’ve heard him laugh, right?” asks Lauren Sanchez, the fiancée in question.
Yes, Lauren. We can all hear him. Laughing all the way to the bank.
Which reminds me of an old Bobcat Goldthwait bit in which he described his feelings about the later years of Elvis Presley. "He was on so many drugs, he pretty much laughed everywhere he went."
I am not suggesting that Jeff Bezos is under the influence of anything but cash, but that seems to be enough.
I am suggesting that Ms. Sanchez, who insists that she will take Mister Bezos' name when they are married, will happily share any and all enthusiasm for her betrothed until such moment as he wants to trade up for a newer, flashier model.
Like he did with his first wife of twenty-five years. Who was awarded with one of the largest divorce settlement in history: Thirty-eight billion dollars.
Keep laughing, Lauren. Money can't buy you love, but it might help improve your sense of humor.