1. BRUNCH.
All friends flake, but this one felt suspicious. “I feel totally dropped,” I say after three texts go ignored, from the guy I used to call for everything. Everyone nods. “It’s not just you,” they comfort over pancakes, “It’s Warhol, for our generation.” He’s abandoning me for a wig and Liz Taylor? “No,” they explain, “Like fifteen minutes of fame? Except now it’s fifteen minutes of friendship. You’re a star and then you’re out.” This makes me sad, so they make me drink a milkshake. “It’s okay,” they laugh, “We’re not like him. We’re always your friends.” This is true, I know, and the sugar has numbed my ego.
2. DINNER.
“I think you keep people from me,” another friend accuses, which means I need more wine. “You have this influence with people,” he’s not letting up. “I don’t know - I think you told everyone you hated me and now they won’t call me back.”
“Everyone’s really busy,” I answer, “They’re recovering from Fashion Week (true). And I would never do that to you (true). But also, have you heard this fifteen minutes theory?” He hasn’t.
3. MAC AND CHEESE
Factory Girl annoys me because for maybe fifteen mintues, Sienna Edie and Hayden Bob have reached an understanding, and for maybe fifteen minutes, we did too. When you leave I know you’re a liar, but instead of getting mad, I get my camera and lie on my bed in the new dress taking pictures.
Maybe we were only in love for fifteen minutes, but a good photo on the internet is forever.
[MELITA SAWYER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]