THIS excerpt from the National Post so perfectly paints a picture of "outsized social ambition." What a phrase, huh?
"The problem is that Toronto lies at a uniquely awkward halfway stage between bumpkin and sophisticate, between arrived and arriviste, between coach and first class. In poorer parts of Canada, an article like this would never appear, because people don't have the money or outsized social ambitions that fuel the underlying dinner-party culture. But nor would it appear in truly world-class cities either -- places where the money is old, and people know their way around a fish fork. Like the guy who intentionally double-parks his custom Porsche in front of the tennis club, or the stock-broker's wife who flashes her four-carat rock to the bridge group, Toronto has the money but not the class."
A reader sent this to me, and it was perfect timing because I have been trying to think of how to ask this question, which I think is basically:
Do you have tales of friends or neighbors with outsized social ambitions? For example, I was given a house tour a while back during which the owner apologized for the baby grand piano in the living room, as if to say, "I know that's a sure sign of fanciness. I hope our fanciness doesn't put you ill at ease. (For the record, it does not.)
And then there are people who call their babysitters "nannies" (I've covered this topic before). It's like having a detached garage and calling your place and "estate."
So - let's hear it:
Do you have an excellent tale of friend, neighbors or acquantainces with "outsized social ambitions"?
We want details.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Labels: status anxiety