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Conversation | 04/16/2008 2:56 pm

'We Used to Never Acknowledge Them, Today They're Our Badges of Success'

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Editor’s Note: Featuring special guest Joni Evans, CEO of wowOwow.

JONI: How is it that hairdressers and decorators and divorce lawyers and Reiki masters are the gurus that we all aspire to have at our dinner tables, when only 20 years ago, or maybe even 10 years ago, we never even mentioned their names? But now, “Oh, so-and-so is coming to our table, or will be at our party.” It seems that we revere the help.

LILY: Well, certain help, I guess. I mean, I don’t. I think we’re all so fragile and insecure that they give us some kind of a validation. We aspire to fulfill their vision of us.

JULIA: I think you’re right. Like in the case of my aunt, who is now dead: She was fairly lonely and a sort of manipulative person and her friends, the ones that she knew she could control — she would buy these people as her friends by buying major amounts of clothes from her dressers. They’d come down and make all her stuff. And so the more she bought, the more, of course, this guy kowtowed to her and they became “friends.” But, of course, it didn’t have anything like a friendship that I would like to have. Same thing with this jewelry designer that would come and do trunk shows in Nashville where she lived. I mean, if you buy a billion dollars worth of baubles from people, all of the sudden they’re going to be your best friend. I think that’s part of it.

And all these women need walkers still. You know, a lot of these socialites — their husbands don’t want to go to the kinds of parties they like to go to. So their hairdresser, especially if he’s good looking … I mean, that’s one way that Frédéric Fekkai sort of made it. All these women whose hair he did sort of fell for him. And then, of course, these guys get really rich and it’s like every other sphere of influence. How do you best break into society since the time well before Edith Wharton? Make a lot of money and you muscle your way into it and people are tantalized by money. Hairdressers and all those kinds of guys are richer than a lot of people I know these days.

JONI: But isn’t it also true that they become our gurus? I mean, this has been happening for a while. There have been the Billy Baldwins. But then there were the Calvin Kleins and then suddenly there was the plastic surgeon that everybody thought was the most extraordinary person.

SHEILA: Who? Which one? I said I wouldn’t enter this conversation, but I’m getting —

JONI: Baker. Baker became —

JULIA: Dan Baker. Yeah, and he married —

JONI: Dan Baker became part of society and then — who was the one on Park Avenue? But, I mean, he’s high society now. You should have Sherrell Aston grace your table. I mean, you would never think to be out with your plastic surgeon, but these people have become the same as decorators. The same is true of life coaches.

SHEILA: Oh, I know. I have people whose trainers are like their best friends and have them over for dinner all the time.

JULIA: No, I agree with you about the trend and I think, in some ways, it’s because of a lack of spirituality, or just some kind of hole in these people’s lives. Maybe they should be reading the Book. But instead they are going to their yogis and their this and their that. And these guys become sort of hyper-important in their lives. But I think that’s like … you know, even larger than … that these guys are getting to be the elite. I think they have all kinds of control over women.

SHEILA: But I think the trainer and plastic surgeon and all that — they become the sort of keys to immortality for people.

JULIA: There you go.

SHEILA: And you have them to dinner because they have that kind of magic touch. I mean, if you invite your plastic surgeon, he won’t make a mistake. If you invite your exercise teacher, you won’t have flabby arms. If you invite your hairdresser, he’ll do the dye job twice. I think there’s a kind of immortal connection you get to these people; that they’ll keep you on the sort of youth track. Because it doesn’t make any sense, these are just, you know, hairdressers and gymnasts.

207 Reader Comments (so far…) Sign In or Register to comment

Deni G
LOL! That’s exactly the way I heard it!
By Deni G on 04/17/2008 11:16 am
Kay Sara
Deni, your comment about aversion to pedestals is very good.
By Kay Sara on 04/17/2008 1:32 pm
Oooh Sabina
I stand on pedestals naked in the moonlight….better than sun bathing…makes you more femme. Try Mme Conti….like art. Go woods full moon and stand naked on tree stumps energy comes into body…feels good. Or outside museum at night and boyfriend take photo…amusant..I do this on lion in Central Park.
By Oooh Sabina on 04/17/2008 1:53 pm
Kay Sara
oooh Sabina - I think you are someone’s alter ego! Keep messin with Dr. Klein , he’s all excited!
By Kay Sara on 04/18/2008 6:44 am
Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye
Suzanne C.——he he he he he ;)
By Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye on 04/20/2008 2:51 pm
Ms. Dee
Oh, I know!! I keep trying to memorize it. I have to write it down. “such a strain on the perspective”…was that it? It seems like I’ve heard it before, but I do love her for remembering it again for me.
By Ms. Dee on 04/20/2008 7:00 am
iris odonata
Yes. I am the most quoted human being ever. I am Anonymous. Oh, and as an esthetician of 20 years, when’s dinner being served?
By iris odonata on 04/16/2008 7:23 pm
Maurine H
Deni - I don’t think they were trying to be funny, that’s the pathetic point.
By Maurine H on 04/16/2008 7:26 pm
Deni G
No, I don’t think they were trying to be funny. I do think, they were being real. And that is rather, rare. I also think there are at least a dozen excellent topics for discussion within this one, seemingly simple conversation. And I knew that when I was reading it. I was just laughing too hard to get past my own reaction. And whether or not they intended it to be funny, does not affect the 3 worry lines I lost, while I was reading it.
By Deni G on 04/16/2008 7:51 pm
Mugsy Peabody
Oh, Jesus, Deni, go ahead and be fair-minded, if ya hafta.
By Mugsy Peabody on 04/16/2008 9:49 pm
Deni G
It’s a sickness.
By Deni G on 04/17/2008 11:18 am
Kay Sara
Deni, the cure is to continue reading a lot more articles like this one.
By Kay Sara on 04/17/2008 11:23 am
Deni G
LOL! Perhaps. Or perhaps, my expectations were not so high as Mugsy’s or Maurine’s. Which is to say, they are both really more fair-minded, than I. Then too, I feel so absolutely thrilled to meet so many really incredible women here. That’s what I was looking for. That is what I have found.
By Deni G on 04/17/2008 11:52 am
Kay Sara
If this is what being “real” is - YIKES!
By Kay Sara on 04/17/2008 1:36 pm
Ms. Dee
Maurine…They’re saying it IS funny…that’s why we’re talking about it. Lighten up. I really always enjoyed being “the help” at ritzy parties. Or the “entertainment.” I loved that. I never felt like they were obligated to feed me. (Neither did Chopin.) Just pay me what you promised. Judy Collins had a line: “we barter our lives” It’s bizarre to think my grandma might have hired a gentleman walker. But I suppose, if you blend Driving Miss Daisy with Harold and Maude… in makes some sense. The flip-side is worse. It’s horrible to feel like you have to pay some kinda therapist just to have a conversation. these days. Especially if you were hoping the dialogue might last more than an hour. And anybody who’s ever booked an hour with a shrink knows exactly what I’m talking about. But I’ve never had the slightest desire to meet socially with any doctor who was treating me…male or female…for any ailment. I’ve had fun at a few company parties, in my day. I’m glad I wasn’t picking up the tab. Seems like a fertile ground for exploitation, though. Let’s all be careful with our mothers. Think of all the money you could save if you could just make friends with your assistants. Think of all the friends you could have if you could just put up with the way they keep callin’ you “the help.” Just focus on teamwork and get the job done. But is that the deal? Amigas??? You gu-uys! Are we the help?
By Ms. Dee on 04/16/2008 8:18 pm