Glamping a ludicrous activity, subject of silly Globe article

Bostonist has watched in shock and awe as the Boston Globe has sympathetically chronicled the increasingly ludicrous vacation woes affecting the financially overprivileged. Sometimes those visiting their "friends" just get sick of the razor sharp sisal rugs and use their sensitive soles to walk right out of a Cape Cod summer home and into a Hummer or Prius, and then drive into the wilderness. (After all, being in the wilderness reminds us of survival instincts, and survival instincts remind us of how we pulled ourselves up from the bootstraps we got at Macy's, and allows us to recognize how much we deserve to relax, but in a civilized manner, and not with people who might have bought generic bootstraps.) Thus, an article from Saturday's Globe introduces the concept of "glamping" -- high-end near-nature habitation that offers on-grounds amenities such as butlers and silk-lined sleeping bags. Oh, and no bugs.

Camping is no longer a classless endeavor, alas. Finally the upper echelons have found a way to put a non-nomadic yurt with AC and a plasma TV between themselves and the lowlifes who might actually make use of a nylon tent. But, we think that, in the case of true class warfare, the folks who can deal with a bit of dirt under their fingernails might fare better than those who consider it a huge inconvenience to even clean up their own campsite. Hold your Zombie Survival Manual close, but hold the SAS Survival Manual even closer. One day your butlers and cleaning ladies might hear just one too many complaints about Trials by Sisal Rug. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then perhaps you are a bit too comfortable.

Sipping wine in a did up nest-like treehouse sounds cool, but it does not sound like camping. Rustic chic, perhaps. But camping, no. If glamping is camping, then Marie Antoinette must have nommed on Betty Crocker cake.