I have a family member that lives in Malibu – which has afforded me the wonderful opportunity to spend summers, vacations, etc. on the beach and in full witness of luxury living. It’s a gorgeous piece of earth, but in no way would I ever dream of paying $75,000 (or $20,000 per week) for the privilege of “renting” a home there.
Somehow, despite my first-hand experiences of the place, I must still be out of touch with the reality distortion field present on that slice of the California coast. I have no other way to explain why in the world Pamela Anderson would decide to rent out her 2,300 square-foot “near-the-beach” 3-bedroom home for a ridiculously insane prices above. Is she attempting to narrow the potential renters down to the .01% of the 1%?
“I’m traveling so much these days and am enjoying a lot more time in my native Canada with my family,” she writes on the rental listing. “I’m finally willing to share my masterpiece — what I’ve co-created with a handful of green architects and designers/inspired by my favorite architect Lautner — this is my humble stab at perfection…it’s a magical spot…”
Magical as in floating unicorns that serve you vegan treats? Because for that price, the place better come with Rainbow Brite.
Sadly, it seems to just be a standard luxury home with the “Pamela Anderson” label adding on 95% of the rental cost. For those who are still intrigued the listing goes on to detail such amenities as a private salt water pool, sauna, rooftop deck, a kitchen described as “a chef’s dream,” and an authentic Native American wigwam for any guests you might have.
Shockingly, since Pam’s posted the listing, nobody has signed up. You can view the madness for yourself here.