So she's trashed the Main Line Trashmen, what people wear to brunch and I think has a not so secret desire to be Striparella. But today, today she takes the cake when she takes on social climbers.
Now mind you, snarky dishes occasionally on social climbers, but umm the inherent difference is I am not desperate to belong, I already do and don't give a shit. Never have.
HAVE TO BELONG OR THEY'LL JUST DIE!!! These women are nasty, back biting with too much time on their hands and are generally full of shit. They will never get in a month of Sundays that they can dress the part and try to elbow their way into stuff, but it doesn't mean they will ever truly belong.
So now the poor little Canadian has her panties in a bunch. She's the ultimate tries too hard social climber dissing other social climbers. Sheesh, she'll never find her ideal "walker" that way, will she? Madam can say she is more comfortable on the "lower rung", but I have to wonder is there a saying about social climbers in glass houses shouldn't be throwing stones? Is she hoping her blog post will become Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber II?
Admit it, Kelly Rowell - you are a social climber too...and a publicity seeking one at that. Y'all can eat your young for all I care. Just like each new season brings new fashions, it brings new social climbers. It doesn't mean any or all will ever belong or belong for long.
They might throw Kelly out of the club for this one...maybe in the end there is a difference between subversive strivers and social climbers? Who died and made you Grace Kelly, Kelly?
Philly Post: Don’t Get Stepped On By Main Line Social Climbers!
By Kelly Rowell
Posted on 8/25/2010 at 7:00AM
If you hang around any area where successful people reside, you’re bound to run into social climbers. Here on the Main Line, there are lots of them. There are the usual keep-up-with-the-Joneses variety, who live beyond their means for appearances. And there are the social stalkers, who target specific people they want to be friends with to further their own agenda. Then, there are the really scary ones who must get vertigo from climbing so high. These are the stop-at-nothing, take-no-prisoners climbers who leave footprints on the foreheads of people they use and/or discard to get to their desired social destination — the highest rung.
One woman I’m acquainted with is all about appearances, splurging on designer clothes and gilding her lilypad. When her husband realized the staggering debt she’d accumulated, she simply suggested they just declare bankruptcy rather than tame her spending ways. This is in direct contrast to the other type of keeping-up-with people I’ve met who buy really huge houses that are a labyrinth of empty rooms they can’t afford to furnish...Another climber I’ve had the misfortune of encountering is the stalker type. Upon discovering a celebrity couple had moved to the general vicinity, she began staking out a local playground — nowhere near her house — where she heard they took their children to play. She even joined the club they belonged to and, with hard work, eventually did manage to befriend them......For casual observers watching the action from the sidelines, it’s amazing that these climbers think people don’t notice what they’re doing.