TAWDRY TARTS

The classy days of the legal profession are long gone, it seems. Female lawyers in particular are dressing no different from hookers on 10th Avenue back when NYC was a really seedy place. Tight polyester clothing, baby doll dresses, saggy boobs hanging out. Just a few days ago I went to interview with a pregnant partner. 36 years old there she was in a skintight polyester number with gigantic boobs and stomach hanging out like she had just rolled out of a [dirty] bed on a Sunday morning. Perhaps that's how she made it to partner. At another firm, I worked with a mulish "downtown" girl [you know girls too ugly to be on the Upper East] , thin as a reed who used to walk around with nipples sticking out of her white Fruit of the Loom tank top. Uuugh. It was like seeing mammaries on a mule! Perhaps if she had more meat on her, the sight may not have been so terrifying. With my natural hot looks and education I don't have to turn to such tricks. If anything I am always downplaying my natural sexuality. Don't get me wrong. I always dress nice but in muted silk suits that don't hug every curve of my body. Clothes that look nice and classy but do not beg for attention. Out in the clubs at night I let it hang out in a classy way - but only for the brightest and richest.

THE PURIST

Aunt Fluffy was such a cool character. A runner, Ivy League scholar, die-hard partier, attractive, fun, cut through all the bullshit. Aunt Fluffy had the world at her feet at 21 in 1989 when she graduated from Yale. Now at 46 Aunt Fluffy - still very stylish and attractive  - has turned into a grumpy old woman. "It's all a big nothing", she keeps saying. The problem is that with so much going for when she was young Aunt Fluffy was so uncompromising and unyielding. And she still is - and also kind of alone. Aunt Fluffy was a woman of too much integrity and class - and in this world you will be lonely with so many values. Times they have changed and although I admire Aunt Fluffy so much I wonder if I will end up the same way?