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Friday, September 22, 2006

Don't Look Now

(Welcome Reader_Iam readers!)

But guess who...





...looks a heckuva lot like her grandma, down to the unfortunate Bouvier perm.





Yes, young Rose Kennedy Schlossberg recently made Wonkette's turgid little gossip column, because she was seen photographed next to a friend, the latter toking on a hookah, up in Harvard where she was enrolled this summer.





But it wasn't some obsessively stalking papparazo, the likes of which used to haunt her grandmother, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis (most famously, Ron Galella), who it was who took these two photos.

It's actually from her own entry, in Facebook.

Now, I don't know about you, but just thinking of JFK's grandchild having an entry in Facebook, is rather discombobulating.

What next -- Thomas Jefferson's descendants seen hitting on a crackpipe in MySpace?

(By the way, I might be Youtubing these days, but I refuse to Myspace or Facebook, or Friendster myself like an internet party whore. If you want me, you know where you can find me. On Yahoo Games playing Literati)

If young Rose partook of the hookah, it is not known, but you can amply see that the girl has not rid herself of the Irish Curse, since that is, as Wonkette barely contained herself long enough to mention, not a grape juice bottle she's toting.

On the day when Representative Patrick Joseph Kennedy (D-RI), loudly proclaimed that he has a mental illness -- he's a lush -- just further proof that the Kennedys and the bottle are tied together ever since handle-barred moustached PJ Kennedy the Elder, made a killing serving up pints in a tavern in Southie.

We won't even mention the whole Seagrams saga during Prohibition, and that creepy, old Joe Kennedy.

Dirty money always comes back to haunt you. Always.

Of course, stories of Jacqueline Kennedy's smoking 2 packs of Kools per day, were legendary, and she once plaintively asked, just before dying from Non-Hodgins lymphoma, "What was the use of all the jogging and yoga, then?".

Well duh, if you hadn't been such a mega-mundo chainsmoker...like Audrey Hepburn, who was born and died at remarkably similar times (and who also defined brunette elegance for the ages), you just both might be alive today.

...quite possibly listing Ahmadinejad and Monica Lewinsky as your buddies, on an online journal, like Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg.

And erm, the Marquis de la Fayette.

(His interests: "dead presidents, france, kicking ass, zombies". Uncanny, me too)

Let me just say that I personally think there's nothing wrong with drinking or smoking, although, I do neither.

Okay, the odd Veuve Cliquot now and then, and though I do have a collection of hookahs I started after my trip to Turkey in the late 90's, this is no way makes me a hypocrite.

Anyway, I didn't inhale or swallow.

I say, if the young girl wants to imbibe during the best years of her life, aged 18, get off her back.

You think the scions of America's political houses should be held to a higher standard than you or I, chugging back Schlitzes at Hooligans?

I find that silly, unreasonable, and quite possibly, unsophisticated.

Besides, how cool is it to see JFK's granddaughter lolling around barefoot, in her Harvard dorm, as an overdressed black girl in pearls takes a toke of some Mexican red nearby?

I'd have paid good money to have seen Robert Lincoln do the same, my friends.

And so would you.

ADDENDUM: See, if Rose Schlossberg had been sent to the Sorbonne, like her grannie had been, she might be freely imbibing her tipple of choice, without one degenerate bicurious blogger batting an eyelash.

Speaking of scions of famous families, here is none other than the lovely granddaughter of Princess Grace of Monaco, Charlotte Casiraghi, doing just that, aged not even 17 in this photo.

I see her as an opium smoker, myself.





Which is surely what Princess Madeleine of Sweden (who completes our trio of well-born lovelies) must've been toking, when she was photographed with neither hookah nor champagne flute.

But rather showing off another kind of wine rack.





Whoa. Marie Antoinette, eat your heart out.

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14 Comments:

  • You gotta know, though, that Ben Franklin would almost certainly be one of those spammers who would send millions of emails offering to extend your 'lightning rod!' Just for the cash! As Poor Richard might say today:


    "Early to spam,
    The online unwise,
    Brings in the Bling,
    and parts all the thighs."

    By Blogger Ron, at Fri Sep 22, 09:28:00 am GMT-4  

  • "chugging back Schlitzes at Hooligans" Good one! I believe I shall knick it!

    Princess Madelaine did not get the nice cookies with her name, but an extra helping of the National Meatball! If the camera comes in any closer on that cleavage, it will look like a...yes, like a butt!

    Ask me about my Harvard days sometime!

    By Blogger Ron, at Fri Sep 22, 09:36:00 am GMT-4  

  • I didn't...swallow.

    This is so disappointing... ;-)

    By Blogger I R A Darth Aggie, at Fri Sep 22, 10:09:00 am GMT-4  

  • I racked my brains trying to find that other rack reference.

    I think young Miss Schlossberg is quite lovely. Her jawline is Bouvier.

    By Blogger Ruth Anne Adams, at Fri Sep 22, 11:31:00 pm GMT-4  

  • Victoria, you are such a kick. And I really got one out of this post.

    So I just did a post (at DWM) to link to you generally, because I like the way you sing, and, well, because I felt like it.

    You're inspiring, that way.

    By Blogger reader_iam, at Fri Sep 22, 11:57:00 pm GMT-4  

  • You gotta know, though, that Ben Franklin would almost certainly be one of those spammers who would send millions of emails offering to extend your 'lightning rod!' Just for the cash!

    Oh My God. Do you know how genius that is what you said?

    You KNOW that's what Benjamin Franklin might have been doing.

    Perhaps not solely as a Nigerian 419 spammer type, but AS WELL, as all his other (worthier) stuff.

    As for Poor Richard, all I can say:

    "An anti-virus programme scan a day

    Keeps the penis-enlarging spammer away"


    Didnt' rock half as much as yours, Ron.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 23, 01:22:00 am GMT-4  

  • Good one! I believe I shall knick it!

    With my compliments!

    BTW, tomorrow I am making that Cuban arroz con pollo I once blogged about -- in fact, my first time doing it again, since the blogpost.

    I remembered what Val said about beer being crucial to the recipe, so this time, I picked up a bottle of Budweiser, having not found Sam Adams, and eschewed Schlitz (which I had never seen before -- looked a bit ratty).

    We'll see how it turns out.

    Princess Madelaine did not get the nice cookies with her name, but an extra helping of the National Meatball!

    I thought you'd notice. ;)

    You'd have to be blind not to really.

    Those are, in the words of Kim Cattrall as Miranda of Sex and the City, the "watermelon freak show" variety.

    If the camera comes in any closer on that cleavage, it will look like a...yes, like a butt!

    Well, actually, I told Renato that I am not exactly sure if HRH was at a fancy dress do, or it just took her whimsy to dress up as Little Bo Peep, or what.

    Because if you notice, and I am good at that sort of thing as you saw with the overdressed black girl comment, her escort just behind her didn't know what hit him.

    He obviously didn't get the memo, and arrived to escort her in a casual blue blazer, and open-necked white shirt.

    She looks Petit Trianon. He looks WASP-snob country club.

    Good stuff.

    Ask me about my Harvard days sometime!

    Is that your Hasty Pudding, or are you just excited to see me?

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 23, 01:28:00 am GMT-4  


  • This is so disappointing... ;-)


    I also don't do windows.

    If a girl is too good to be true, she probably is. :)

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 23, 01:31:00 am GMT-4  

  • I racked my brains trying to find that other rack reference.

    I didn't get it at first, and then I remembered the infamous Carnival of the Boobies blog war. I am sorry I missed that!

    Also, when clicking on RIA's site, I found our delectable XWL's own take on the matter.

    I think if I were a man, I'd be a boob man, since being a butt man is just too silly.

    Boobs make the woman, although they don't define her.

    Legs do that. ;)

    I think young Miss Schlossberg is quite lovely. Her jawline is Bouvier.

    Salient observation!

    I'll never forget the quote about the Kennedys most famous features, their chiclet-sized toothy grin.

    It was a question, said Rose Kennedy in her autobiography IIRC, of "fitting Fitzgerald teeth into Kennedy jaws".

    Don't tell me that lady wasn't as smart as a whip.

    But another observation:

    Young Rose is just adorable, and she seems very lighthearted and down-to-earth -- just as an American girl her age, even a well-to-do one, should be.

    But look at her grannie Jackie, at almost the same age.

    Rose lacks that self-conscious theatricality, but also the undefineable je ne sais quoi of an American deb, back in the day.

    The cigarette holder, the flawless hair, the impeccable grooming, the pizzazz of dressing down, but not out, the manicure.

    Princess Caroline's daughter, Charlotte, has that working, and how.

    And so does Madeleine of Sweden, although the photo I reproduced was kitschy at best, rather than soignée.

    Somehow, Rose Schlossberg, for all her connexions, name, and upbringing (Brearly, Harvard), is an American mallrat-looking teen, happy as a clam, bless her.

    But that style, that undefineable something that Jacqueline Kennedy had, and so many like her did too, is no more in America.

    Tant pis.

    P.S.: JFK Jr. had it too. But Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg took a while to grow into that grande dame role. She's way more Kennedy than Bouvier.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 23, 01:43:00 am GMT-4  

  • Victoria, you are such a kick. And I really got one out of this post.

    Thanks, Reader_Iam!

    I linked right back atcha. :)

    So I just did a post (at DWM) to link to you generally, because I like the way you sing, and, well, because I felt like it.

    I loved the way you phrased it in the blogpost, and I am happy you like the way I carry a tune.

    As for not agreeing with me, pshaw.

    What fun would that be, I ask you!

    You're inspiring, that way.

    We inspire each other.

    I like how you've evolved from one blog, to a co-blogging one!

    Beats having to say goodbye to you, since I feared with your last post that I read, that's precisely what you were going to do.

    But no fear.

    You've evolved, and I'm as zany as ever.

    All is right in the world. :)

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 23, 01:51:00 am GMT-4  

  • She looks Petit Trianon. He looks WASP-snob country club. BWAHAHAHA! I don't think I can use this one with the dolts I hang out with, but I will file it away!

    By Blogger Ron, at Sat Sep 23, 08:07:00 am GMT-4  

  • I can barely tell Ted from William Kennedy Smith, but apparently Lee Radziwill was spotted at yesterday's big NY event.

    By Blogger JSU, at Tue Sep 26, 03:55:00 am GMT-4  

  • Quoting from JSU's link about Lee Radziwill:

    "Oh is thatLicia Albanese?"

    Oooooh! Low blow!

    Here's my Lee Radziwill anecdote (what, doesn't everyone have one?).

    There's a "high-end" mall here in Miami Beach called Bal Harbour.

    My mother hangs out there, with her buddies, as if her very life depended on it.

    One day, she and I are walking down the Georgette Klinger salon (remember them?), when we see a woman being held up by another woman, in a state of faintness.

    Mum (a doctor after all), approaches and asks if she could be of assistance.

    Someone brings the woman water, and when she comes to, she says:

    "Lee. Radziwill. There."

    And swoons again.

    We turn around, and in the distance, there is indeed the Jackie-O'ed glasses kid sister of the self-same Jackie O.

    She was walking up ahead, fast on the trail of some Bonwit Teller sale.

    And yes, she was smoking. Heh.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Sat Sep 30, 01:47:00 am GMT-4  

  • JANUARY 8th, 2006:

    Welcome Makeup Alley readers.

    Not sure what prompted the search for young Rose Kennedy Schlossberg, but we gals never need a real reason to dish about anything.

    Cheers,
    Victoria

    By Blogger vbspurs, at Mon Jan 08, 03:42:00 pm GMT-5  

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