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I want to be classy.
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I don't mean upper class--the only proper way to be one of the aristocratic elite is from birth, and unless my crazy Grandma really is Anastasia Romanov, I'm out of luck on that account. I want class--that air of sophistication, confidence and style that makes those beneath you follow your every move like starving dogs salivating over a newly-butchered carcass. I want to be like James Bond ordering a drink. I want to be like Roberto Benigni accepting an Oscar. When people talk about me behind my back, I want them to be forced to qualify their slander: "That conniving bastard just swindled me out of a billion dollars! But hot damn, he's got a lot of class." Class is not easy to come by. The truly classy must be comfortable in all situations, and always have something clever to say. High society is selective--one wrong move and your socialite career has ended before it begun. But I am confident that with the proper guidance I can claim class as my own. I can see it now--I will be invited to the best parties, world leaders and movie stars will be jealous of my success and widowed heiresses will buy me expensive gifts for no reason at all. It is within my reach. I ask you not to misunderstand this as some pathetic cry for social acceptance. I'm no pimply fifteen year-old, locked in my basement making clumsy keyboard-love to my Linux kernel and fantasizing about Lara Croft. I simply want to take my now-adequate social status to new heights of glory. Any suggestions on how to realize my dream? I'm sure there are some out there with the social superiority to help me out. I would offer a reward, but those who can help me--the truly classy--are rewarded no matter what they do. |