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Biography & Autobiography. Education. Nonfiction. Humor (Nonfiction.) HTML:When Wade Rouse�??a rural, public school graduate who grew up more Hee Haw than Dynasty�??was hired as the director of publicity at the prestigious Tate Academy, he quickly discovered his real job was to make a few of the very pretty, very rich, very mean mommies of the elite students happy. Enter former Tate beauty queen and sports star Katherine Isabelle Ludington�??Kitsy to her friends�??who went to an Ivy, married an Ivy, and made a lot of money. Now, she is Wade's VIP volunteer and a perfectly coiffed nightmare. In between designing Louis Vuitton�??inspired reunion invitations, dressing as Ronald Reagan for Halloween, and surviving surprise Botox parties, Wade tries to tame Kitsy and her pink Lilly Pulitzer�??clad posse while reclaiming his self-esteem. Following a year in the life of the super rich and super spoiled, Confessions of a Prep School Mommy Handler is hilarious, heartbreaking, and deliciously catty. From the Hardc… (more)
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I once had someone ask me why I worked since I hated my job so much. When I mentioned food, clothing, and shelter, they looked astounded. People often seemed to assume that surely someone would support me if I decided to quit. I didn't have a husband, but surely my family . . . -- no, only while I was in the mental hospital getting it through my head that adults are self-supporting.
So while I can see that Rouse could do with some more moral courage, dignity and truth have to weighed against the reality of bills, and the fear of jumping into a new, and possibly no better situation. Some people find that easy, the rest of us accept some suffering. And of course, a woman that I know who changed jobs frequently found out that it weighed against her in later life.
I never thought that The Great Gatsby was the great American novel. I kept thinking about it as I read this book. It is supposed to be about "us," but I see it as being about "them," the social class to which Daisy belongs and Gatsby has worked his way into, the class of the mean mommies of "Tate," people I don't know, and don't want to.