This article in the Post sparked my memory to something that I may wish to be, but probably never will obtain. There is no reason for it and nothing good about it. I’m actually quite ashamed to admit it but…

I’d love to be a member of the Madison Club or the Junior League (and not just for the good cookbooks). JL may be an atta
inable goal, but I don’t think Madison Club would accept an Asian, non Ivy league, non blue blood, non skinny, non Republican girl.

Some real Madison Girls

Why do I want to be a part of this “group” so bad – the sorority girl (OK, so I was one of those), the trophy wife, the WASP? Why would I want to become an empty shell and mold myself to what high society deems is important (thin, blonde and rich)? Who wants to be boring and vapid and pretentious and pretend to be something they are not?

I don’t really know what it is that attracts me to it. Maybe it’s just the idea of some Stepford fantasy where everything seems so easy and the world is your oyster. Summers in the Hamptons, winters in St. Tropez, golf tournaments and horse races and fundraisers and galas, oh my. It’s a world of luxury and power, high class and networking…and a world of secrets, loneliness, and boredom. Desperate Housewives indeed.


I guess in reality I wouldn’t want to be a part of something like this. Nor would I be able to really fit in. I’m sure I would get bored, and lord knows it would be exhausting trying to keep up appearances.

I know it’s sad that I think about wanting to be one of these girls, but at least I am a realist and know that for one, I never will be; and two, I don’t need to be that kind of person; and three I am a better person because I know those two things.

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