Leather, studs, sequins, red ties and slicked back hair. There’s a lot going on in this picture: bronzer, boob jobs, perhaps a bump-it. So, in the interest of the Internet hole in which I was actively lost, I googled “Tabber Benedict” for fun. But I was enthralled, I felt like I could hear an old man shaking his cane and was whispering in my ear, “This is how the other side lives, Justin,” over and over (not sure why it’s an old man with a cane, just that’s how it manifested it in my mind.) It just screamed pretension to me, though, in all fairness, a given name. I was sort of mesmerized by this picture– these three people that looked like they were torn from the screen of a Soap Opera opening credit, especially the only on the left who just looked like the personification of white, old money, with that name, “Tabber Benedict”. Unfortunately, I did not find her, but what I did find was this: – So I googled her this morning because I was not fascinated in this alternative lifestyle she was leading, of which I had not an inkling, and I stumbled upon a ‘New York Social Diary’ web page from a charity event in hopes that I would see her all dolled up with oversized drop earrings and a tidal wave of hair to match. like private jets and many vacation houses, black cars to school and things.” Emily added. ![]() We used to have closed-door heart-to-hearts. “I guess her wedding ring was pretty big, come to think of it.” ![]() “Are you serious? I had no idea.” I responded, subsequently fondly thinking of my former co-worker, Tracy, who never flaunted her money. ![]() In conversation, my friend Emily said, “You know I went to high school with Tracy and she’s one of the richest people I’ve ever met.” I was at drinks with my friends a few nights ago (as prior posts indicate), talking about an old co-worker we all liked. You guys, I just found the most fascinating thing.
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