auf wiedersehen: elegy for a trash opera

r.i.p. high society: march 2010-april 2010. probably one of the most incredibly and shamelessly dramatic reality series ever pitched and most likely never to return ever again, this show made wednesday nights one of the best of the late-winter/early-spring season with its clash of upper crust new york morality you do not see outside of an edith wharton novel and modern me-first, booze-enchanced narcissism of its young(ish) stars. though boring 30something socialite divorcee tinsley mortimer was whom the show revolved around, it was her group of unscrupulous "friends" such as the cracked-out, video-game-playing racist jules kirby, and the outlandish, trendy one-liner king paul johnson calderon that truly made the show trainwreck-lovely. and who could forget dale mercer, tinsley's southern belle mom who breathes moral code and consults high-class blind-dating services for the new mr. right and devorah rose, the editor of social life magazine and all-around fugazi, who is hated by most of "high society" and would be better suited in the hands of a shrink with license to prescribe heavy meds? more dangerous liaisons than cruel intentions but that's why i loved it; just the right amount of champagne-slinging, porn-star-kissing, german-prince-dating drama one needs in the middle of a hectic week. so long, my aristocratic brats, it was fun while it lasted.