Who are you wearing?

We all wish to sleep in silk and bathe in bubbles, and not just for special occasions. A wonder of a wardrobe with shoes matched for every class of boulevard and clothes that work as page 6 of fashion for the outside world. Where prolific parties and publishable appearances make highlighted headlines and the jealous see their reflection on your waxed coupe.

But in such a pretentious world where relationships are indented and exteriors are adorned with deceit and skepticism, where socialism holds no dimension but socialites do, this world is only for the black-hearted.

 An ordinary man’s daily with work and family and friends seizes more living than the euphoria misunderstood in the WAG’s of the famed. There is more to hold on here and a lot more to let go there. Where the outbreak of a new day and a look at your partner brings a smile no matter what disaster life gifts you as compared to a new stranger a new morning in the flat-screen world.

Gossiping to shopping bags, holding hands with brands, kissing credit cards and spending more time in the dressing room than the living is all frolic for a limited time and honestly isn’t even close to the shrills of thrills of SALE and OFFER and DISCOUNT. Gotta admit!

So quit the cribbing and complaining and being cranky and crabby and let go of the faults and fixtures and flaws that we are stuck with at the end of each 24-hour cycle because even saffron loses its flavor when left in the open, unrecognized. The only insurance that the glam world has is public appeal because once that fades, not even wikipedia can save them.