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I used my sister’s California drivers license as a fake ID from age 14 to 20. She’s eight years older, four inches shorter, and about 20 pounds lighter than me. I remember using the faker in Vegas with a mouthful of braces to win $160 in blackjack, during high school to get into 21+ shows, and all through college to stock my liquid-soaked house parties with coconut-flavored rum and Wild Turkey. Look, if the person checking my face was too dumb to tell us apart, who was I to point out their inadequacies? And for crying out loud, if a Parrot Bay and Wild Turkey purchase isn’t a dead giveaway of total underage-ness, I don’t know what is.
Is benefiting from some dork thinking all Asians look alike wrong? I don’t know. Do I care? Eh, not really.
Gawker reported this morning that three Japanese Lolitas (image above is not them) crashed Tom Ford’s ultra-secret, 100-seat fashion week party Monday night (just one bash, according to a tipster, of many among “the hottest parties all around town.”) Clad in platforms and pinafores, the trio gained entry by saying that one of them was Vogue Nippon editor-in-chief Mitsuko Watanabe, whose photo is to the right (One can only infer that Watanabe rarely, if ever, rocks her homeland’s esoteric, dirty-little-girl street style).
Unfortunately for the imposter and her party pals, Watanabe had already arrived and was seated in her, er, seat. The jig was quickly up and the girls were sent on their merry way. But the coup did happen–success for the Japanese Lolita tricksters! Can you blame them for trying? And succeeding?
Look, if the hoighty-toighty party list weilders are too stupid to tell them apart…
Filed under: Editors, Fake I.D.s, Fashion Week, Fashism, Gawker, Japanese Lolita Trio, Japanese Lolitas Crash Tom Ford Show, Lolita Fashion, Mitsuko Watanabe, New York, Parrot Bay, Party Crashers, Private Shows, Really Dumb People, Tom Ford, Vogue Magazine, Vogue Nippon, We All Look Alike, Wild Turkey
Say what you will about Tareq and Michaele Salahi; they know how to make an appearance.
There’s a variety of opinions on the Salahis’ icky-tacky appearance at the Obama Administration’s first state dinner at the White House. Some people are jealous. Some people are furious. Some people are horrified.
And some people–those whose names were dragged into the mess (like the Salahis’ White House contact, Michelle S. Jones or, worse, Tareq Salahi’s mortified society mother), and those Secret Service Officers that were placed on administrative leave (and may face firing) for the security breach–likely rue the day the Salahis were ever born.
The real shame, though, is that for one couple’s night of Presidential hobnobbing, the American attention turned to dissecting the party crash–instead of noting that the administration hosting India for its very first state dinner was a huge statement and a wise diplomatic move. As we continue to build dialogue with Pakistan, it’s increasingly important for the United States to maintain India’s confidence–and this was a clear acknowledgement of that by our White House. But instead, real political brain cache has been spent dealing with the party crash debacle, and few Americans even remember what the dinner was intended for.
Filed under: Diplomacy, India, Michaele Salahi, Missing the Point, Pakistan, Party Crashers, Secret Service, Secret Service Agents Administrative Leave, State Dinner, Tareq Salahi, White House, White House Party Crashers