
I love, love, love when someone takes the time to leave moi a comment...today I had
two new comments from my new NIBFF (New Internet Best Friend Forever),
Beth Dunn.
So Beth left me not one, but TWO comments on
Middle Aged Mean Girls: A Fine Main Line Tradition, and I am thrilled and delighted and everything similarly verbally redundant to help promote her website and new book,
Social Climbers
How To Climb The Main Line , and I hope as soon as she publishes her book, she updates me again.
Oooh here, let me
share:
Welcome to the world of Social Climbers where the society season kicks off at the opening night of the Philadelphia Orchestra. Main Line ladies compete to get their names on committees, invitations and their picture in the newspaper.
SC Elizabeth Quinn is a young lady determined to make it to the Philadelphia A-list. Each invitation (or snub) is a benchmark of her struggle. While Elizabeth is a SC, she lacks the ferocity of the ladies she will encounter. She’ll see schoolyard cruelty, just polished up for the grown-up world and now finely honed into small humiliations.
Friends from The Agnes Irwin School and Lake Forest College, Kitty and Elizabeth, are “mean girls” grown-up.
OMG, like could this been any more
perfect? After all, I ridicule what I know about mean girls and
Upper Crust Cat Fight(s) and drama over
black olives.

I have been there, done that, have the polo shirts and the Lacoste originals which preceded the pretentious little Polo ponies, as well as Lily galore (I prefer vintage Lily and
Vested Gentress , BTW, and you can read more about Vested Gentress
here) I have done all the balls, and parties, and hunts, and "stuff" until I was bored. Now I only do what pleases me (well let's be honest, it used to all please me until the socially ambitious made me realize I could chase my tail like they did, or merely be fabulous. Fabulous is much more fun then overtly socially ambitious)
The thing about those parties and the people, is that while they call everything a "ball" they aren't all truly so by either description or fun-O-meter. When my posse and I were regulars (not so long ago), you were ASKED to be in a society page photo, you didn't push people out of the way so you could be in the society photo nor did you TELL the society photographer whose photo to take (but then again that is the society editors of today's fault for allowing this,n'est-ce pas ?)....and people actually had taste, the parties and charitable events were actually affordable and with a purpose. You volunteered because you believed in the charity, and you attended because you believed in the charity (or your mother or aunt or BFF was on a committee).
Now, the social scene is all about money doesn't know who owns it - faves in that category are those nasty Baldwin wreckers now switching coasts to dodge bad press, the babes who are trophy wives to piggy little men with more ambition then sense, wives of plastic surgeons who should stop using said aforementioned wives as surgical guinea pigs , as well as making their websites not look so much like porn on the web, ya know?
Then there are the people who never knew what was in zip codes 19010, 19035, 19041, or 19087 until the last decade, and now they are truly testimonials to bad taste and stucco....and likewise they never knew one private school from the other and when they were kids mocked those who did attend private school...and now...mommies dearest are all about the old school ties

Once upon a time High Society meant something other that someone has had a mommy's pick me up before going out....now I am wishing that
Brooke de Villanova wrote more often..because if she did I would tell her about social climbing politicians whose wives make me giggle even more that they do....or I would tell her about an aspirational Diva who was quite "active" until she found her Mr. WASP and changed her religion...and then I would tell her about the MWTT (Mommy Wound Too Tight)who is pretty darn psychotic as well as a social climber - she is one of those who joined a particular church even if it isn't her religion just for the social contacts. And I would tell her of Potty Mouth Mommy, who has "let herself go" in the midst of her divorce and well her neighbors have to watch out when she drives --- they can't decide if she suffers from perpetual happy hour or merely has a lead foot and wears blinders...I would tattle about the hairdresser who bumps clients for the Academy Ball if he gets a call from one for the SAME event that this former disco critter thinks is more important....and then there are the aging social lightweights who are still supported by equally aging mommies and daddies...how do we spell "crazy"? Why "trust fund" of course.
Wonder if
social climbers will pay homage to
carrot wielding socilate exiles? Will there be a nut job chapter? After all there are a lot of nut jobs on the Main Line...sigh....sooooo much to think about....I can't wait for this book to come out!!!
Of course for MORE fun, read this amusing thing:
The Crillon Ball: No Fatties, Please, and wonder when Philly got quite so
"bougie"? And hot tip of the day? Best NYC/Hamptons scoop found on
NY Social Diary, after all dahlings, if you are going to strive to aspire, why not learn from the pros?
And while I can't wait for Beth's book, I see there will be a little section on the Ocean City Yacht Club...well I guess that is ok if you can't make it to Nantucket, the Vineyard, or The Hamptons, yes?
But sigh, I remember when The Union League, Philadelphia Cricket, and Merion Cricket were
exclusive....
TTFN
xoxo justsnarky
PS Be sure to check out
Vintage Fashion Guild some time...