Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Fabulista Suggests: Be Careful What You Boast About.

Working in an environment of elitist-wannabes, it doesn’t come as a surprise that their relatives (usually of the female variety) are already flouting all social norms and flaunting affluence – albeit in a crude and often repulsive ways.

While there are the exceptional few, who chooses to demonstrate their financial prowess with subtlety (dressing quietly but tastefully) or intelligence (why bother with monograms when you can have unblemished exotic skins), they are few and far between; if any.

Back to the garden-variety nouveau riche; read big hair, pasty makeup, distastefully loud and monogrammed CLOTHING and bag with HUGE logos conspicuously emblazoned across the main body. They would do ANYTHING to display and ostensibly showoff their wealth; ala PCK Pte Ltd… you get the picture.

Very often though, in their haste to brag and boast, they shoot too fast off their mouths without thinking about connotations. Blame it on a lack of savoir-faire and common bourgeois breeding.

Case in point. Grandmother at said institute was blowing her trumpet about how she fished herself a ‘golden carp’ of a husband and ended up never having to lift a finger to do anything thereafter (hmm, what about the initial to final stages of childbearing?). Anyway, she boasted to a bunch of equally catty/bitchy socialite and stay-home mums, who have the ability to read between atomic gaps.

The grandmother boasted that she had never had to do anything after her marriage and promptly added, “I don’t even have to go marketing (i.e. grocery shopping) ever; my husband’s secretary handles all of that for me…”

The catty/bitchy socialite and stay-home mums shared a look with one another before they started sharing secret smiles, while others outright giggled at the implications of the statement.

I don’t think the implications require any exposition…

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