To some degree one can lay all the blame on real socialite Paris Hilton’s feet. Until she decided that she too was entitled to her own TV show (unlike newly printed reality actors before her) no one had the gumption to believe that a real member of society would stoop to tarnish themselves and play the aspirations of lesser society as themselves. The idea was in fact shrill and pure genius. Ms Hilton, despite the occasional stint in jail managed to extend her families legacy, wealth and standing (never mind the perverse idea that selling images of yourself offering fellatio to unsavory individuals gets you plenty of notoriety and the wink from the downtown set). Somehow what turned out to be a young woman’s foray into gimmickry and deluded self validation turned out to be the perfect marketing ploy that every tabloid, media and pony company is trying to emulate.
The only problem with this picture is that Paris is now where to be seen. She has signed all the possible endorsements she possibly could, extended her families name brand tenfold in the public imagination and left us with actors who are chasing her down the hallway begging to be let in the show she has now long abandoned. That’s the real beauty of high society, you never really need the public and the propaganda media machines because at the end of the day your high bred survival will always remain intact whether they know you on page 6 or the private corridors of some obscure golf course that only you and a handful of your (always out of the news) kindred belong to.
We may belong to the age of popular culture, the tabloid journal and mass hyperbole which seeks to render every social engagement and half photogenic individual as a potential new star (never mind the lack of any real feat or talent) but the idea that you can implicate real high society in this food pie is sheer lunacy. After all, by definition, high society is that social order that exists on top of the social food chain, and if we are to somehow value them and validate them we must also revere them and continue shrouding them in mystery lest one day we taint the whole idea of society as goons for cash- which sadly is what it has begun to morph into.
In any event enjoy the show at hand and let’s hope through Ms Tinsley Motimer and her duplicitous cronies they all find what they crave that high society by very definition eschews.
I’ve never read this site till tonight. These posts are almost unintelligible, and it frightens me that a self-styled former playwright would be the author of such gibberish. Michael K of Dlisted is 100 times better at delivering witty social commentary… and he’s a self-styled gutter slut, alcoholic and dropout.
This whole comparison of what’s “really” high society versus what’s just duplicitous posing is hilarious, because the two examples (Tinsley Mortimer and Paris Hilton) are basically interchangeable. The only real difference is that Paris is younger and sluttier, and will do *anything* and go *anywhere* to be on camera. That still holds true, to this very day. If you think Paris is “now where to be seen,” you’re simply not looking in the right country, because she makes the circuit from Australia to Japan to the St. Pauli Girl festival, so forth and so on, ad infinitum.
As a West Coaster, it is odd to me that anyone would spend so much energy studying and reporting and interpreting the actions of “real members of society.” It reminds me of Dian Fossey and the gorillas, only Fossey probably was more accepted by the gorillas than these bloggers are by the “high society” people they worship from afar.
And as someone who knows a tiny bit about making shows like High Society & casting them… always remember that programming is created by the blue states, but watched by the red. So no, the producers didn’t “go through the phone book,” they hand-picked the characters that would make the most colorful trainwreck TV, to try to please viewers in Nebraska and Texas who could care less whether Malik So Chic-Sick- is “society” or not–as long as they can laugh at him.
Although probably this show would have better ratings if they *had* picked people out of the yellow pages.
Why not move on? Why persist in your tirade? Where do you think you will end up when our too short a life expires?
My question is why Jules Kirby would do a show like this? She does not need to.
That’s funny, isn’t that why anyone goes to GoG in the first place?
I never read guestofaguest. I only use it to look at pictures of my friends and I at parties. Tinsley Mortimer is too old to make it and does a bad job faking it in this show.