Sally Quinn Forced to Dine With Non-Fake Friends - By Jonathan Chait

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Sally Quinn Forced to Dine With Non-Fake Friends
By Jonathan Chait


Jonathan Chait hits a home run: “Once Washington was a happy place where a girl and her mother could be groped simultaneously in good fun by a white supremacist. Sadly, it has all been ruined by Kim Kardashian and Ezra Klein.”
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It’s certainly true that the Washington power structure no longer exists in quite the same way it once did, identifiable by its attendance at fashionable Georgetown dinner parties. But it’s also probably true that if such an identifiable elite did exist, they probably — to be perfectly brutal about it — wouldn’t be having dinner at Sally Quinn’s home all the time. People who make their social engagements solely on the basis of career advancement aren’t going to spend that much time currying favor with a man who retired two decades ago from the executive editorship of a newspaper that no longer carries the same cachet.

When assessing Quinn’s sense of the Lost Eden of Washington, we should also have a firmer sense of what the culture was actually like. Here is one scene from Quinn’s inculcation into the Washington elite:

Washington writer Sally Quinn told of a 1950s reception where: “My mother and I headed for the buffet table. As we were reaching for the shrimp, both of us jumped and let out a shriek. Senator Strom Thurmond, grinning from ear to ear, had one hand on my behind and the other on my mother’s. As I recall, we were both quite flattered, and thought it terribly funny and wicked of Ol’ Strom.”

Once Washington was a happy place where a girl and her mother could be groped simultaneously in good fun by a white supremacist. Sadly, it has all been ruined by Kim Kardashian and Ezra Klein.

http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2012/06/sally-quinn-forced-to-dine-with-non-fake-friends.html

[Major Hogwash]

1. Her carnation has faded, and the table centerpiece is just a vase filled with dead flowers.

One of the worst gossips in the famously backstabbing town of Washington, D.C., now drooling on herself, Sally Quinn has become a caricature of the formerly fabulous Washington party scene.

Sitting at home, all dressed up, but nowhere to go.
No more invitations come to be the life of the party, the "belle of the ball", or just a nameless sycophant to witness some ex-politico has been telling stories of his time working with Johnson.
The months of the calendar just keep flipping over, until the year is over and it is time to once again sing "auld lang syne" off key, of course.
The thrill is gone, the phone never rings.
And all she has now are her memories.

That's how it was for Mrs. Coolidge, they say.
As the rest all turned old and withered away.