I'm going to break the mold a little bit for my commemorative 200th (!!!) post and start a new feature on this blog: Free Widsom. I am often privy to some pretty ridiculous people, who typically have no idea how ridiculous they are (which makes for some of the most successful comedic moments in my opinion. See: Johnny Drama of "Entourage") and I'm not always sure how to share these people, or the things they say and do, with the world. But really, it's important to put ridiculous people in their place. And what better, more anonymous, free-from-repercussions place than a blog? So to kick off the new Free Wisdom feature I'll share a little story via a good friend of mine, V. V was at a rather "exclusive" affair with a friend and her friend's fiance last weekend, the fiance being a known Dbag of catastrophic proportions. And by exclusive I really just mean waspy and old money, which isn't all that exclusive when it comes down to it. It's more...guilty by association. You don't have to be even slightly interesting or accomplished in your own right to hang out with these people as long as your dad went to Princeton with so-and-so's dad and you happen to have a house in Newport and are generally a racist. You know, run-of-the-mill wonderful qualities. I've met Fiance once or twice and he is an odd bird. He's strangely obsessed with "status" and stupid social-type stuff to the point of being kind of creepy American Psycho about it. Like, I imagine he daydreams about murdering Muffy Potter Aston and keeping her stuffed and mounted corpse in his study. So they're all at this party and Fiance looks around (most likely with a smug expression on his face) and says, out loud, to V, "Wow, you're basically chopped liver if you weren't invited to this party." Which is a stupid thing to say in general, but doubly so in the context. Sometimes I think God saves me (and people like Fiance) from being in the same place at the same time, because if I had been within earshot of that comment I would most likely be scribbling this post on a piece of paper from my jail cell.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Free Widsom
I'm going to break the mold a little bit for my commemorative 200th (!!!) post and start a new feature on this blog: Free Widsom. I am often privy to some pretty ridiculous people, who typically have no idea how ridiculous they are (which makes for some of the most successful comedic moments in my opinion. See: Johnny Drama of "Entourage") and I'm not always sure how to share these people, or the things they say and do, with the world. But really, it's important to put ridiculous people in their place. And what better, more anonymous, free-from-repercussions place than a blog? So to kick off the new Free Wisdom feature I'll share a little story via a good friend of mine, V. V was at a rather "exclusive" affair with a friend and her friend's fiance last weekend, the fiance being a known Dbag of catastrophic proportions. And by exclusive I really just mean waspy and old money, which isn't all that exclusive when it comes down to it. It's more...guilty by association. You don't have to be even slightly interesting or accomplished in your own right to hang out with these people as long as your dad went to Princeton with so-and-so's dad and you happen to have a house in Newport and are generally a racist. You know, run-of-the-mill wonderful qualities. I've met Fiance once or twice and he is an odd bird. He's strangely obsessed with "status" and stupid social-type stuff to the point of being kind of creepy American Psycho about it. Like, I imagine he daydreams about murdering Muffy Potter Aston and keeping her stuffed and mounted corpse in his study. So they're all at this party and Fiance looks around (most likely with a smug expression on his face) and says, out loud, to V, "Wow, you're basically chopped liver if you weren't invited to this party." Which is a stupid thing to say in general, but doubly so in the context. Sometimes I think God saves me (and people like Fiance) from being in the same place at the same time, because if I had been within earshot of that comment I would most likely be scribbling this post on a piece of paper from my jail cell.
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