PR lady Lara Shriftman was so cute as a youngster, before she got all fake-tan and plastic surgery-looking on us. An enterprising former classmate of LAI-ra's ("she would always correct people and say it's LAIRA, not LAURA," our tipster reports) sent along a photo of her in elementary school, as well as a point-by-point rebuttal of parts of the seminal 1998 article on Lara and her cohorts, Vanessa Grigoriadis' NY Mag piece "Welcome to the Dollhouse." Both pieces of Shriftmanobilia after the jump.
"A buxom debutante [Jews, esp. in Jacksonville, are NOT debs. No way.] with thick blonde hair that she has straightened three times a week, Shriftman grew up "just, like, totally normal" in Jacksonville, Florida, the daughter of a natural-food-company CEO [Her dad was a nine-to-fiver in advertising]; she kept a horse at the country club [none of our country clubs had stables and I certainly do not remember a horse ever being mentioned in all the times I spent at their house], served as secretary of her pre-debutante society [again, no such thing, I can only assume she is referring to the sorority-type club we all belonged to at Wolfson High School, an, ahem, public school] , and usually ended up the designated driver in her Mercedes 190E [she drove a red Acura Integra for as long as I knew her; it was then handed down to her younger sister].