"From the way they talk, everyone," and Daisy's eyes grew wide again. She peeled the paper wrapper from the base of the cupcake with cheerful alacrity. "First, the usual suspects: personal trainers, yoga instructors, fitness coaches--" The last word was muffled as Daisy took a big bite of her cupcake, and after swallowing the first blissful mouthful, she continued.
"Then it gets a little freakier." Her expression indicated anything but horror, though. "Mannies, which are male-nannies -- Britney Spears has one so they're totally hot, I guess? -- and realtors -- apparently it takes a ton of money and sex to get a good apartment anymore, which is kind of freaky -- and..." Another bite while she thought.