A glimpse at the weird weird world of the rich

The New York Social Diary is a website about people of such fantastic wealth that they shouldn't really be considered members of the human species. It makes fascinating reading. My favorite part is called "The List," which features photos of the 100 or so most prominent socialites accompanied by fawning bios. The names of the socialites on the list are wonderful: Muffie Potter Aston, Topsy Taylor, Bunny Mellon.
Topsy Taylor is the great-great-great-great-granddaughter of Moses Taylor, born in 1805, the son of John Jacob Astor’s business manager.


Topsy has a bearing and accent which speaks “uppah-clahss” New York, one of the last mid-Atlantic accents, the result, no doubt, of upbringing and schooling.


She has a vice. It is ice cream – a special brand which is imported from Wisconsin and which comes in a variety of flavors often spiked with large (really large) chunks of chocolate. At the end of the day, she makes herself an ice cream cone with one of them. She once sent me a few pints of various flavors of this ice cream (shipped in dry ice fresh to my door). I am not an ice cream addict but this turned me into one. I thanked her for my gift and asked her not to send anymore.

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