I once read a self help book that had an interesting anecdote in it. This guy was an executive that was making about $250,000 per year and he and his wife moved to a neighborhood that was full of richer people. Think professional baseball players and such. They bought the cheapest mansion in the neighborhood, which was just inside his income.

His wife was irritable all the time, because while everyone else in the neighborhood could afford to buy new cars every year, they could only do it every three years. Every time someone redecorated, she was mad because they couldn't do it as often.

The author of the book suggested that instead of being the poorest people in the rich neighborhood, they move to a neighborhood where they were one of the richest people. That way she wouldn't be constantly comparing herself to her neighbors. That may have worked in the 1990s when the book was written, but I don't think that works today.

The issue today is that women have the internet. She's no longer competing with Suzy Homemaker down the street, she thinks she's competing with international supermodels for billionaires. If you aren't rich and famous, then she feels that she's "settling". Combined with the feeling of "I have the vagina, I make the rules, if men don't like me after I stuff my face with Twinkies, then it's THEIR FAULT" you get Trigglypuff.