Lyric discussion by zembla 

This song wears the same sort of anger that Folds directed at the general public for their general apathy in All U Can Eat, but this time his target was much more specific.

This is a look at a day in the life of a wealthy, petulant, egomaniacal, unlikeable, shallow woman who could hail from nearly any suburb in the country.

Her morning consists of treating her weekly Shiatsu therapy like an unbearable burden, traipsing out to lunch with her friends where she burdens, bullies, and stiffs the waitress, and then heading out for some shoe shopping while she and her comrades trade nasty insults about the various whores who might be fucking the guru from Shiatsu.

Her afternoon is spent harrassing and patronizing a bathroom attendant, a youngster working in a coffee shop, and doing a little more shopping at an Anthropolgie store whose ironic title and location will be forever lost on her.

Finally, she returns alone for the only moment of seeming joy in her entire day, as she secretly plays the role of "guru slut" that she and her friends had spent the morning ridiculing. Even she cannot escape her own venom.

An error occured.