An Amazing Sense of Scale and Proportion

Originally Posted Thursday, November 20, 2014

“She had an amazing sense of scale and proportion."  

Whartonian, they say, one of the last remnants of that generation.  She was over 100 when she died.  That is what it means to have money and something else besides.  Bunny Mellon, of course.  You can read it here.  

The article's author agrees with me.  He wrote to tell me so.  

"The crisply squared and anonymous-looking purses of alligator, calf or linen arrayed in locked cases on Sotheby’s 10th floor would scarcely attract attention at a sale of anyone else’s hand-me-downs. Yet on close inspection, each is an essay in miniature on what is possible when taste and money are joined."

Style is an essay we write every day--with someone else's stuff.  

That's what some people have.  Others have ebola-infected semen.  I'm not kidding.  Even if you survive, you can't get rid of the virus according to reports on CNN.  I've suspected that there are venereal rabies for years and have stated so publicly.  Sex is a nasty thing.  We are petri dishes of biological danger and yet we trade fluids like medieval whores.  One might think we would transcend all of that.  At least add another thing to your sexual report card.  

And apparently. . . stay away from Bill Cosby.  God knows what that man might have.  If reports are true, he may have had the Whartonian fever.  Can you imagine being ugly enough to need to drug people in order to have sex?  Truly, I've had to do just the opposite.  I've been cursed that way.  When a woman becomes overly amorous, I put some knockout drops into her drink.  Some people just can't take "no" for an answer.  

But I've always tried to maintain an amazing sense of scale and proportion.  It is what we have.