This week I had a work event at the Hotel St. Regis in New York. This was the kind of event where super-wealthy (and super-generous, and super-committed - I do respect these guys) 1% bankers come to do good with their money. It's not all bad - despite my snarky edge. I'm psyched that they will give their time to hear a young woman activist from Pakistan talk about her organization - Aware Girls, founded when she was just 16 - that empowers the body, money, and voice of girls aged 12 to 29. Go Gulali! And if it inspires our uber-wealthy friends to open their minds and their wallets, while steak tartare with quail eggs is passed about, all the better. I call that win-win - pass the prosecco!
But I captured this signage on the marble hallway wall:
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Versailles
LouisXI
Library
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Rambouillet
Matignon
Fontainebleau
Restrooms
Coat Check
...and can't help but gag. So pretentious. So contrived. So bizarre. Are we in XVIIeme siecle France or 21st century New York? Get a grip. I love to get my fancy on. And you know I'm a francophile (the good parts). I enjoy my swank as much as the next girl, but this is not my kind of luxe. Non merci.
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