so like i say, the party-crash was funny and harmless, and i always admire a good con etc. but you know it is also very pathetic, and more and more pathetic as details of the salahis' lives emerge. they spent all their time and energy pretending to be rich and beautiful and important. they tried to get into any and every event that they thought lent them some kind of prestige, she pretended to be a former redskins cheerleader (?!), e.g.. the fakery was at times ingenious, but the motivation is disgusting: it doesn't matter what i am or what i do: what matters is that other people think i have cachet of some kind.
it's not only pathetic because they were constantly simulating a social prestige they didn't have: it's pathetic also when people do achieve it. really this is true of many people: all they really care about is that other people think they are...rich, famous, beautiful, important. there is never a moment when they confront themselves, or when they're alone in their head assessing their lives from ther own point of view. astonishingly, they have no point of view, no subjectivity that isn't an imagination of how theyappear to others. i think of, perhaps, bill clinton this way. but i have actually known a number of people along these lines. it's an invitation to evil, but it's also just really sad, pointless, stupid, futile, self-refuting: empty empty empty.
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