Because "something you complained to your husband about" is now considered interchangeable with "something Arianna Huffington will pay you to write on the internet," Tatiana Boncompagni wrote a column today about someone who "vaginablocked" her access to a VIP at a recent bash, which we're thinking was Kate White's recent book ladylunch at Michael's.
I was recently at a luncheon in Manhattan, one of those socialite and magazine editor gatherings where photographers almost outnumber the wait staff. The party was hosted by a handful of boldfaced names and it was one of those boldfaced-named ladies, also a writer — let's call her Ms. Incredible — whom I was most excited to see that day. Ms. Incredible and I were talking during the pre-lunch 'cocktail' hour when another lady writer — let's call her Mrs. Brash — came up and said hello. I introduced myself to Mrs. Brash, who apparently sized me up as someone of limited importance because for the next 10 minutes she talked and talked, cutting me off almost every time I tried to jump into the conversation. I decided to cut my losses, said goodbye to both of the ladies and found my seat, which happened to be on the other side of the room.
Ooh, harsh! So who's Mrs. Brash?