Act Eight, in which the Imaginary Socialite rides home on a train with a guy. Who works at one of the biggest clothing labels in the world. And he goes…
Hotty Trained: We recruit at Boston campuses every year because we like how preppy the girls are.
Imaginary Socialite: The girls?
Hotty Trained: Sure. They love that straight guys work at [big label] and it’s always like, the tighter they’ve got their pearls on, the better they are wasted on the floor. We just round them up during recruiting sessions and take them out.
Imaginary Socialite: Seriously? What else do you do during rrecruiting sessions? Research campus style to bring back to the designers?
Hotty Trained: No, mostly we just drink and make it look like working at [big label] is a huge party. It’s good for us. I mean occasionally we actually find someone to hire, someone who’s smart and gets our style, and can fit in with us…
Imaginary Socialite: Like the girls who party with you after the recruiting sessions?
Hotty Trained: Oh hell no, they don’t stand a chance.
Okay first, guess the label. And also, this is the SECOND time I’ve heard inappropriate fashion gossip on Amtrak – seriously guys, you think nobody else with a Lanvin hookup rides the train? Come on.
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