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WASPs love dinner parties and lawn parties, or in other words, reasons to drink Scotch or G&Ts. It amazes me how areas like the dining room are synagogues for gossip or areas for high class espionage. Mistresses are born here, and deals are made over a casual after dinner smoke.
I can also say that I enjoy these occasions as well, and I attended one this past week. At this party, we discussed politics (who slept with who in D.C), pipe smoking, and classic clothing. So, if you want to be indoctrinated in WASP culture, get an invite to a dinner party and observe.
13 comments:
Richard, It is spelled : Espionage.
It appears you have heeded some of the advice contained in those Anon comments and are tacking toward a re-boot. A wise choice.
Sometimes this blog reads like stuffwhitepeoplelike.
Dear Richard,
When may I expect to receive the invitation to your dinner party? I am very much looking forward to it!
Thanks,
Hilton
If you can't actually get to a dinner party, watch any random episode of Gilmour Girls. Their mandatory intergenerational dinners were always priceless with nuance, secrecy, gossip and class allusions.
I applaud Richard from stepping outside his overdone comfort zone of clothing. WASP 101 needs to be more holistic.
At a self-proclaimed WASP dinner you discussed sexual liaisons? Please excuse me while I swim in a sea of disbelief. In proper company, read as those who have been forced to attend a course on manners at a young age and have it reinforced throughout our lives (including our adult years), that's a subject that's rarely broached. It may be whispered about or alluded to between two individuals or a small group, but open gossip at dinner is considered extremely vulgar and common.
I am embarrassed you would bring the WASP title into a post then follow it with something so blatantly crude and implausible. It’s no wonder so many of those who are truly deserving of the WASP title refuse to accept it or to use it. They are then lumped with individuals like yourself, who are oblivious to the true nature of the WASP lifestyle.
While this last bit is a trifle petty, I implore you to hire a stylist or find a personal shopper with exquisite taste. A true WASP would never need one, though many women choose to use them for special occasions and will never divulge their source. You believe you are dressing in WASP styling, yet a true WASP is aware of how to dress to properly suit the occasion. There is a casual aspect that you cannot seem to master or even acknowledge.
"Who is sleeping with whom"....
This is something that I'll say thanks only to the anonymity of this blog. Tomorrow night, I'm going to a lineage society dinner here in Newport. I mention this because it sounds to me like your idea of a WASP dinner party and to say that I'm confident that no one will discuss peccadillos, pipe smoking or classic clothing.
We will start with cocktails (G&T of course) on the lawn, then move inside for toasts and dinner. But it won't include any Noel Coward quips from guys named Chauncey from central casting. Richard, you seem to get your version of what you call the WASP "culture" from 1930's and 40's movies. Enough with these caricatures.
I agree with Main Line Sportsman and Anon. Please try to narrow your focus. The rest just isn't working.
No well bred gentleman of WASP origin would engage in cheap sleazy gossip about who was sleeping with WHOM(emphasis added to correct your poor grammar).
As the other comment accurately said, it is simply vulgar and common to discuss such things in polite company at a dinner party.
Admitting that this is the type of discourse in which you participate underscores the fact that you are not a WASP gentleman at all.
An episode of Gossip Girl is a fulfilling substitute in a pinch. (And to those above who seem not to like the point of view of this blog, you are not obligated to read it....)
It's fun to watch the drunks.
I just spent the 4th @ the Greenwich CC. No pipe-talk, but plenty of poon-talk. Mostly about how the wife doesn't give it up anymore and how the swim instructor has an ass you could bounce a bottle cap off of...no matter how high the brow, it is never far from the crotch.
celebrated the 4th @ the Greenwich CC...no pipe-talk, but plenty of poon-talk. Mostly about how the wife doesn't give it up anymore and how the kids swim instructor has an ass you could bounce a bottle cap off of...no matter how high the brow, it is never far from the crotch.
it's become a young man's club.
"WASP" and “gentleman” are not synonyms. Who the hell knows where that common myth originated?
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