“But why should I care who any of these people are?” you ask?
Well you shouldn’t, at all. But that gets us into a long sociological discussion of celebrity culture in America that we don’t necessarily have time for today.
Well, Chiara, like you I am going to spare the kids the social economic lesson because I agree it’s long winded and beyond the IQ of most of your readers, that said I would like to pause to consider that society is in its proper context ” is the amalgamation of the collective deeds of a group of individuals whose intent it is to bring homage and awareness to the causes they so mercilessly devote their attention to.”
The irony in this case in regards to this collective group of no gooders is that instead of giving attention to social causes, these buffoons (sorry Devorah, we can leave you out of this…) is that these kids are all in it for their own self aggrandizement (see that’s a big word, and we know you kids over at a Pest of a Guest have no bloody idea what it means, and frankly I’m not going to bother teaching you, but only to suggest, you are all capricious wanna be’s that shamelessly use the guise of social causes, galas, fetes, fickle parties (C’mon Malik, you know the parties you give are boring, and all you do is beg to be photographed by every primadonna with a camera…) to serve your own interests instead of that of the cause at hand. A true socialite would never ever behave this way, but since pest of a Guest said it’s okay, and they get off on reporting on your shenanigans (like us naturally…) let the character breakdown (we mean character assassination) begin…
Tinsley Mortimer; otherwise known as Tipsy Mortimer is suppose to mean something to New York, because she is half way photogenic, loved shamelessly by Pest of a Guest’s editor in Chief Rachelle Hruska (who on a personal note if you must know I actually enjoy saying hello to whenever we cross paths) and is gulp a sweet heart and now separated wife of some big wig who comes from money.