Childish

Leafing through Saveur magazine (The Steak Issue), I came upon an ad for some credit card featuring a big picture of Elvis Costello playing a big guitar. "I know it's just disgusting . . ." You don't have enough money, Elvis? Next to the picture was a hypothetical list of pleasures one could buy with credit. Many of these involved travel to exotic locales. I feel I need to cross everything from my own fantasy list that occurred on that tainted list: fortunately there was no mention of Udupi Palace, Dönnhoff, or Venice. Am I just being childish or is there something truly vulgar about shilling?