Melissa C. Morris, nee Stanley, and her old-enough-to-be-her-father, pedigreed husband Chappy are rich. But they’re not our kind, you see.
She enjoys a good headband, buys a Herend trinket for her Italian greyhound Monty, goes to soirees, benefits and galas, comments on the value of and previous owners of the properties where the black tie and ball gown affairs are held, takes photographs of the food she and her husband eat at restaurants, and marvels at the size of the bathrooms and amenities contained therein at swank hotels. Maybe it’s all new to her. Or maybe that’s just how the people who are featured in the New York Social Diary do things these days.
Living right in the same town is The Grande Enchilada, a Jewish Aztec Princess just back from Buenos Aires, where she reflected:
I had a conversation with my client in which we agreed that upper class Mexicans are the most insufferable of all upper class people in the world. (Let’s have a competition!) There may be some exceptions here and there (I know good friends of mine who are fine, fine people), but in general, the rich in Mexico are truly insufferable (compared to for instance the Venezuelans, who are as filthy rich, but much more personable). I think this comes from living in a society where the downtrodden are servile and the rich are haughty and entitled, and they do everything in their power not to resemble anything that may confuse them with the humans around them. I’m sure the Argentinian rich are a close second, or at a dead heat, though. It’s just a hunch.
I’ll opt for the Mexican rich over the WASPs any day of the week. At least they have better taste and manners.
Red Shoes are Better than Bacon 
I had a friend who was a waiter in one of New York’s finer eating establishments. He commented that he could always tell when diners were out of their element because somewhere during the meal a camera would pop out of a purse and photographs would be taken of — the food. C.S. Lewis made a similar point when describing how demeaning a strip tease is to healthy sexual instincts. “Now suppose you come to a country where you could fill a theatre by simply bringing a covered plate on to the stage and then slowly lifting the cover so as to let every one see, just before the lights went out, that it contained a mutton chop or a bit of bacon, would you not think that in that country something had gone wrong with the appetite for food?” I suspect poor Clive Staples Lewis would have more than enough to write up just reading Ms. Morris’s blog.
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I have never experienced the extremely rich DFers being insufferable BUT the taxi drivers and the hotel owners sure do “mutter” about them. They besiege our town almost every weekend……..
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Jesus (pronounded Hey-Zeus) Christ!!!!
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what are you talking about??? do some research. she’s from short hills, went to private schools, and has 2 doctor parents. how could any of her current life be “new to her”?
their family had a summer house near us growing up. they’re not rockefeller rich, but they’re all educated (MDs) and wealthy enough to have 2 nice houses. nice try, but she’s not nouveau riche.
and i’ve been reading her blog for 2 years and have never once seen her post a photo of food from a restaurant. she cooks at home and takes pictures, but that’s a very different idea than whipping your camera out at le cirque.
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This blog is golden. The lack of self awareness is breathtaking as are the comments. Now, is this a put on or real. Please please make it real as this woman needs a second home in San Miguel.
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