Here’s the thing. My ancestors signed the Declaration of Independence and wrote the preamble to the Constitution of the United States. No kidding. My great-great grandfather was at J.P. Morgan’s daughter’s wedding in New York in the 1800′s. Also Boss Tweed’s. I graduated from Princeton, and with any luck so will my two children. I’ve been a lot of places, some by private jet. All of this is true. I am not yet sure if it matters.

greengrey:

I know what I’m doing this morning.

My family came over on the ship that followed soon after the Mayflower. Our more affluent cousins went on to start up a town in Long Island. 

This is how their Low WASP relations dress for grand damin’ it:

Please note my tasteful use of bling and be jealous. But then be appalled at the term “bling” being part of today’s lexicon at all. 

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1. mondosmusicbox liked this
2. trackster reblogged this from golden-notebook and added:

   This bitch is 54!?! My ancestry is a tiny step below hers, but tiny. I figured out when I was 16 (and at prep school)...

3. againstdefinition reblogged this from golden-notebook
4. brainstatic said: Woah, your great grandfather was invited to a rich man’s wedding? How did power like that not reverberate down through the generations?
5. vanboobsenstein said: her first response in the maui post… what is she even talking about. It’s like she thinks people care about her lifestyle, I guess?
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7. athenasaurus said: i almost punched my computer.
8. turnabout said: oh holy crap what the fuck is that.
9. bookling-stormborn said: I thought this might be about accepting or unpacking your privilege and then I realized it’s about what color shoes to wear with navy pants. Oh god.
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11. thusspakekate said: you are KILLING me