When wannabes and make believe lead to social promiscuity and nosebleeds.
What in the world is happening here? This is the question this author who actually (or rather unfortunately) gets to spend an inordinate amount of time in actual high society wants to raise. Lately the kids have been going at in rather vulgar terms to get their nozzles shamelessly in front of us all. And why? Because these kids, let’s name drop them together (courtesy of a Guest of a Guest, who from now I am going to refer as a Pest of a Guest…)- Tinsley Mortimer, Paul Johnson Calderon, Jules Kirby, Devorah Rose, Dale Mercer (mommy to ding bat Tinsley Mortimer), Dabney Mercer (little sister to ding bat Tinsley Mortimer), Malik So Chic (or as we really know Malik so Sick), Peter Davis and Alexandra Ospipow (latest wanna be famous for doing nothing except for the fact she bothered to turn up at Pest of a Guest’s kiddie site re-design show late last year) all ostensibly want to be shamelessly loved by you and hopefully offered lots of perfume, diamonds, free lunch and a job paying them lots of money for the sake of being self nominated fixtures of a vacuous society that Pest of a Guest religiously cavorts (and okay us too to some minor degree).
That said, let’s take the time to go over Pest of a Guest’s report about the analytics of what makes these collective goons (okay, I am personally fond of Devorah, we had lunch not so long ago,blah, blah…so I’m willing to excuse her to some degree), the people you should be watching out until death comes your way or rather when you finally throw away your twitter machine (blah, we hate twitter- really!).
In their report Pest of a Guest agree that there are a certain collective on the prowl looking for your collective attention and by extension free lunch and whom they nevertheless feel obliged (baloney kids) to vacuously report and follow. As quoted by Chiara Atik (whom I understand is a playwright, and can only bring false tears to this ex playwright himself…) the following: