Context: this chick graduated with you. I remember mentioning her back when we were freshman, because she was annoying already.
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This article kicks off our tour of annoying.
But it’s not all about $250 skinny jeans, luxury handbags, and dancing on tables at Bungalow 8. These young swans, who attend Spence, Chapin, Nightingale, or have just matriculated at one of the country’s top colleges, have serious interests—in history, literature, journalism, science, and even math. When it comes to good works and galas, they are already walking the walk—or, at least, the catwalk—strutting for such charities as Teens Against Cancer, Fashion for Fistula, and Operation Smile. And they are not lacking in self-confidence. “We know so much more. We’re so much more cultured,” says one now in college, about growing up in their distinctive milieu. “[In college] you meet people who don’t even know how to pronounce ‘Prada.’”
2. She got an invitation to the McQueen costume gala.
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| At the after-party |
3. A
recent Times article, written by none other than her best friend.
She started collecting vintage fashion when she was in the eighth grade.... During her freshman year in college, the real-life Gossip Girl wore only old, striped boat necks and black jeans because, she says cutely, “I thought I was Jean Seberg — lame, I know.” Now 22, a comparative literature major in her senior year at Columbia, the Upper East Side beauty admits to “having a torrid love affair with Leo.” As in Tolstoy, though she occasionally cheats, she says, with Virginia Woolf. This is not an unusual reference for a woman who loves her books, her music (she wakes every morning to the Temptations’ “Greatest Hits,” which is second only in her affections to Nirvana’s “Nevermind”; she has an original Elizabeth Peyton watercolor of Kurt Cobain on her mantel) and her wardrobe. What is unique about her style is her intense knowledge and passion.... In between eating grapes and Good & Plenty’s, she has changed into a super-short Burberry Prorsum chiffon dress. “I chopped this off,” she says referring to its hem.
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: I swear I'm not jealous of her...not invitation to the Met Gala (mine got lost in the mail?), nor her Madame Grès collectibles (FML).
My eyes hurt.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea who this girl is, and definitely don't recall you mentioning her to me (what's new?). I'm going to try and put together a few thoughts in sentences without lapsing into strings of expletives.
My primary issue with this girl is that, apart from her supposed dedication to charity work, she seems to be so utterly disconnected not only from the reality of New York City, but her own (heavily) curated image seems to show that every one of her actions is intended to maximize her own self-worth.
Actually, I'm going to stop there and just say that this girl will probably be deeply successful, but will also likely have a husband who drinks too much (not in the cool Lou Reed way either), kids who hate her, and will die a terrible death from an exotic disease she catches while promoting pygmy equality in the DRC.
Fuck.