And it's about as bad as you can imagine.
Fun, unrelated story: When I was a young boy, riding in the car with my mother, we drove through an affluent Chicago suburb on the way to an appointment. Because we had time to kill, we took our time driving through some neighborhoods where large mansions thrived in gigantic plots of open land.
I remember very specifically one house in particular that had an expansive lawn, littered with bushes that were expertly sculpted to look like animals. The lawn was absolutely covered in this menagerie of herbaceous critters.
My mother and I laughed, and she said something that has stuck with me ever since: "Money doesn't buy taste."