How to Lose Friends & Alienate People
Toby Young
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 030681188X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
sorry, sir, but Premium Economy is completely full.” “Why not upgrade me then?” “I’m afraid I’m not authorized to do that, sir.” She gave me a slightly frosty look: NSU. The best she could offer me turned out to be right at the back of the plane next to a Mormon gentleman named Bryce who insisted on telling me all about his trip to London. Apparently, it had included visits to Buckingham Palace, Madame Tussaud’s and the British Museum! The only pleasant part of the seven-and-a-half hour journey
began attacking turkey necks and crow’s feet. . . . What was funny about it was that she was discussing it with me as though I were some important, skilled person from the art department and that I would be making the changes. It was too good not to play along with and we were soon in a philosophical/aesthetic discussion about aging and beauty—very surreal. I remember that we pointedly didn’t discuss ‘truth in advertising’ or ‘journalistic ethics.’” how to Lose Friends and Alienate People 93
indicating the crowd behind George. “If you go to the back a de line, I’m sure you’ll be accommodated in doo course.” George shot a contemptuous glance over his shoulder. “G. W. doesn’t wait in line,” he announced grandly. He then stuck out his chin and folded his arms: he wasn’t going anywhere. “Okay,” sighed the bouncer. “How many you wid?” I was astonished. I’d assumed that if you talked to a clipboard Nazi in this way, not only would he not let you in, you’d go straight to the top of his shit
for.” “The Independent Woman (and Other Lies),” Esquire, February 1999. how to Lose Friends and Alienate People 115 The short answer is in order to impress other women. As anyone who’s read Edith Wharton will know, it’s long been a fact of life in Manhattan, particularly among the social elite of the Upper East Side, that women judge each other according to who they can ensnare. Status is valued more highly than any other commodity in New York and marrying well is still the fastest way to get
Mercury. From that standpoint, Graydon looks very much like a man who has struck a Faustian bargain, abandoned his scruples in return for worldly success. On balance, I don’t think it makes much sense to accuse Graydon of hypocrisy. As the co-editor of Spy he may have frequently exposed the double standards of New York’s high and mighty, but he never staked out the moral high ground. If a self-righteous note occasionally crept into Spy’s denunciation of some corrupt politician it was usually just