For most Americans, Thanksgiving is a time of pleasure and company, tables heaping with food and surrounded by families and friends. But for a select few, this time of year brings on a feeling of envy and dread: You only get one chance to provide your children with entrée into elite society—and we’re not talking about dark meat. That’s right, frenzied mothers and fathers throughout Manhattan are working around the clock to finish their kids’ applications to top private schools. This is not child’s play.
One of the great things about blogging is that all the stuff I fulminated about in private over the last few years (not getting assigned to write about it for Mainstream magazines) I now have to put down in cyberspace, and take responsibility for. Sometimes people get angry at me, sometimes I go over the Read More
The reason I was at the Wyndham, I was attending the Andover commencement (my wife’s niece). There was something thrilling about it, something else crushing.
The thrilling thing is that diversity is today a bold insurmountable fact of elite culture. The graduating class was filled with Africans, blacks, Asians, you name it. Oh Read More
On July 21st, an anonymous blogger called Imaginary Socialite printed some thanks for keeping her—or his— identity a secret. “And everyone,” s/he wrote, “who received calls from the Post yesterday and refused to divulge my identity, I owe you some major sample sale, secret concert, after party password dish.”
Apparently, those bribes didn’t Read More
From the window seat at Cremcaffe restaurant, horror filmmaker
Larry Fessenden kept an eye on the sidewalk as he talked about his childhood
fear of the Frankenstein monster.
“I would sit in my bed and look at that crack in the door and
say, ‘There’s nothing there now, but in one second I could Read More