"Sometimes I tremble at the gullibility of my own sex, I really do,...Take 45-year-old Susanne Klatten,...the married BMW heiress,...When they met at the spa, Klatten was reading a copy of The Alchemist by Paul Coelho, a hokey self-help book that insists your special destiny requires leaving familiar things behind and demands a willingness to respond to 'omens' that point the way.What kind of omens? How about a purple elf sitting on a cash machine holding up a sign saying: This Way, Stupid.
'My favourite book,' Helg Sgarbi purred, pulling up a chair beside Mrs Klatten. The poor dear went on to inhale his fantastical life story as if it was eucalyptus steam.
One might have hoped that someone like Susanne Klatten, who is worth about £8 billion, would spot a fake like Sgarbi from miles away.
Why are women so easy to fool? We are supposed to be the intuitive sex, after all. Perhaps the simple truth is that women believe in unlikely Casanovas such as Sgarbi, who has connections to a cult, simply because they want to believe. Are we really all so desperate?"
-- Jan Moir, confirming our prediction of Klatten and Sgarbi's NewAge cultism (it's become too easy to spot after all these years) and asking the kinds of difficult questions NewAge women really don't want truthfully answered - because, today, anyone who deals in the truth, even for a woman's own good, is branded by NewAgers as a "negative person" - unworthy of receiving even The Daily Mail.
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