Personally I’d rather starve than become a socialite, but judging by the way most of you parading trinket jeweled puppies are behaving you’re all too happy to gorge yourselves in the all you can eat daily buffet called ‘Socialite Whore-dom,’ not of course to be confused with socialite wholesome. But this is the new America where simply calling yourself a socialite will if you are lucky get you in the company of legit society, or at least imply you too have pedigree, money, education, good manners, are a philanthropic enabler until that is you either fall off the pedestal, snort too much cocaine, are fired, release one too many sex tape, receive low ratings or are simply dismissed.
Of course today’s new socialite wanna be needn’t have pedigree, money or a stellar education, and especially good manners, Parasite Hilton amply disproved that to us ages ago, all they really need is a connection to the right party, lots of media hype (or preferably work in it) and of course our implied enabler of society –Patrick McMullan himself, society photographer du jour yanking his click button in your direction. Like it or not dear Patrick is the unofficial keeper of whether you belong. So I have been told anyway. With his camera he has become the unofficial score gate keeper of whether you and your trinkets belong in the pony show, and if you smile long enough or show enough leg you just might get his attention. Or you may never get his attention. Oh well.
That said, for those of you curious to see who has made our list of top ten socialite whores of NYC, feel free to go down our list from most pathetic, hilarious to most vulgar. Let’s hope your name doesn’t come up…but if it does congratulations.