It’s not fair that I was NOT put on Earth as the blond daughter of an Upper East Side, Protestant, Republican with Democratic leanings…depending on the year. No, my lot in life is that of a downtown, non-hetero, scraper-byer. It is just not fair. After reading the article in today’s The New York Times Style, I wanted to get a wig, take a few extra spinning classes and buy some Ralph Lauren to justify my existence. This week is the International Debutante Ball at the Waldorf-Astoria and if ever there was a room that I have no business being in…that would be it. Do yourself a favor and read this article about one deb in particular, Hadley Nagel, whose total persona makes my teeth hurt. Actually, the combination of the deb and her mother, Susan Nagel, who serves as her publicist, yes, you got that right, is so claustrophobic, that I simply cannot breathe. To aim for perfection has always seemed like the kiss of death. See Black Swan if you want to really see the downside of trying to be perfect. The Nagel Principle has all the trappings of the perfect life with the underlying desperate need to keep up with the Joneses. Though two of their ancestors signed the Declaration of Independence, which renders them the Joneses, I am referring to a non literal description of the Joneses.
Guys born into this good life where they simply take over their father’s business are called members of the Lucky Sperm Club. Women, such as the 30 debutantes that will be introduced to society on December 29, only get to take over the role of neurotic, controlling, pill-popping busy-body like their mothers.