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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

Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye
GREAT blogger line…too hard to say!
By Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye on 04/20/2008 2:56 pm
Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye
Mugsy, Got cut off re your great line, May I quote you?
By Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye on 04/20/2008 3:01 pm
Mugsy Peabody
As long as you don’t carry it too far!
By Mugsy Peabody on 04/22/2008 4:41 am
Roberta G
I was incredulous, maybe horrified is the word, reading this - how out of touch can you (founding women) be? I have a person who cuts my hair on a regualr basis - sometimes I get a manicure, and, let’s see………….nope, that’s it. And I’ve never been to dinner with them, nor they me. Never even seen them in a restaurant, but then I eat out so rarely.
By Roberta G on 04/16/2008 7:31 pm
Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye
Roberta—-Back THEN when we had a nanny, Teresa Johnson, Mrs. Hug the laundry lady, Tac the gardener, pool man, the Helm’s bakery man Chuck who was always predicting the end of the earth one week away, and Maria the housekeeper minding our house with five kids and animals…my mother was most solicitous to the housekeeper. Perhaps she thought everything would cave-in if Maria disappeared. While the rest of us leaving would have given her a break. That was my childhood and I still remember them all with a lot of affection and gratitude…they enriched our lives a lot, were good to us kids, and just very neat people. although when my mom would announce “Off to Bullock’s Wilshire…call me if anyone dies” and head out the door….Maria could immediately flip off the TV and lock us out, “You kids is LACY!!”
By Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye on 04/16/2008 10:32 pm
Ms. Dee
Oh, da Raggedy Man, he is so good. He stacks the kindlin’ and chops the wood…” —James Whitcomb Riley
By Ms. Dee on 04/17/2008 7:32 am
Kay Sara
Ms. Dee — ha ha. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaarling, what kind of world would it be withoout all of “the little people”?
By Kay Sara on 04/17/2008 10:05 am
Deni G
But they are not ‘little people’ any more. They have become ‘big people’ . They have become just as fawned over, sought after and pedestalized as ‘legitimate’ ‘big people’. But they are most definitely not considered ‘legitimate’. They are pretenders. They are the badges worn, they are not the wearers of the badges. So what constitutes a ‘legitimate big person’? Which talents, abilities and services, give you the right to ‘look for yourself’ and to ‘be read’, on the web; to have a facebook space and ‘moments of fame’; to be invited to the party? Because it seems to me that ‘service’ is a relative term. Do not all the participants in the above ‘guess who’s coming to dinner’ conversation, provide a service, of some sort. Are not most of them, someone’s helper? Where is the line drawn? At what point do you become more of a legitimate dinner guest and less of a decoration?
By Deni G on 04/17/2008 12:27 pm
Mugsy Peabody
I wonder if Ms. Roloff of Oregon is one of ours? Speaking of soccer moms.
By Mugsy Peabody on 04/17/2008 9:55 pm
Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye
Ms Dee/Suzanne C——You guys can snark, snark, snarkety-snark…with the best of them. don’t make me come in there and slap you around with my white glove!
By Buh-Bye Hillary Hillary Buh-Bye on 04/20/2008 2:58 pm
CAROLINE MuLVEY
I enjoyed the honesty. I agree with you Deni. Mugsey, what was wrong with their conversation? I gather that it is a gossip piece. really cool one. Thank-You ladies for sharing. I enjoyed it very much. Enjoy your night ladies.
By CAROLINE MuLVEY on 04/16/2008 7:35 pm
Mugsy Peabody
Oh, Caroline, Dearheart, they big girls. They can handle it (and me), believe me. But here’s my deal. The universal consciousness/human soul that we are all a part of, past, present, future, is sort of like this totally huge bowl of raw cookie dough. You can eat it raw. or roll it out, or put sprinkles on it, or chocolate chips in it, or burn it, or fill it with apricots, or add nuts (now, be nice!) or rich girl/poor girl/beggar girl/thief it, but the real universal abounding truth is, we all cookie dough. So when someone says “Well, they cookie dough, but not GOOD cookie dough like WE are,” you see, I TOTALLY FRIGGINLOSE IT!!!!! Does that make sense? It’s the thing like when people are telling ethnic jokes, what do you do? You have to decide. And I have made a lifetime of saying, “No, sorry, cookie dough.” Now, these ladies who intended to make a fortune off of us “help” pay for it by having to listen to what we say. If they don’t want to hear what I have to say, well, fine, they can pull the plug on me any ole time they want. But as long as I have breath in my body, it will be “Nope, sorry, they’re cookie dough, too.” Love you, Caroline. MP
By Mugsy Peabody on 04/16/2008 10:36 pm
Kay Sara
Dear Mugsy- the lack of input from the founding mothers maybe shows they aren’t really too interested in our comments- more about volume???? Cheney’s “so” come to mind.
By Kay Sara on 04/17/2008 10:39 am
Mugsy Peabody
Well, for those who know me well, the cookie dough metaphor wouldn’t surprise!
By Mugsy Peabody on 04/16/2008 11:18 pm
iris odonata
EB: Yes and we get there via the Grey Goof Butt Station, chanting Immi, Immi, Immi ala Bobby Sherman.
By iris odonata on 04/16/2008 11:52 pm