When you are a multi-millionaire rock star, honestly do you need to do this kind of bullshit? According to the Telegraph, Sting and his wife Trudie Styles are charging people to help pick olives and grapes in their Tuscan property!
The couple bought the 900-acre estate near Florence, Italy in 1999 and turned it into an active farm that produces honey, olive oil and wine, and it is working so well that they have even opened a shop selling their farm products (oil, wine, vegetables, fruit and salami). Fine, if Sting wants to become a farmer, he totally should, but how does he think he can get away with the following proposition?
Not only he does not want to pay his olive and grape pickers but he wants to turn the labor into a profitable thing! I have done it when I was young (grape picking) it’s hard work, but Sting probably think it would be a privilege to work for him and he is selling it as a chance to experience ‘succulent grapes and luscious wines, tart olives, green rolling hills, warm autumn sunshine, Cypress trees like tall sentries and the adventure and excitement of being part of the annual vendemmia, the traditional October grape and November olive harvests respected by generations of Tuscan farmers.’
And you will have to pay €262 ($345) per day to go through this wonderful experience,… What a prick! According to the Telegraph, he has earned $358 million during his last world tour, he has been renting his six cottages on this Tuscan estate for £6,000 a week (more than $9,000) so he really doesn’t need more money! But the text advertising the experience is totally unbelievable:
‘Start the day with a picnic on the expansive lawn and a briefing from the estate manager to help you understand your work as a farmer-for-a-day: learn about the soil, the vines and trees, and techniques for harvesting. At the end of the day pickers will be invited to taste the estate’s wine – including a £12.50 Sangiovese-based red called Message in a Bottle, which offers “a complex aroma of cherries, wild blackberries and spices’
I almost chocked on my grape while reading this, does the guy realized how deep in his ass he is? Sting even describes the experience as ‘therapeutic’, a word that only an out-of-touch rich white man could come up with, and may be he should visit Mexican workers in Northern California… this story gives me another good reason to hate Sting, whose ego may have now overtopped Bono’s.
