In democracies, we enable the politicians, too.
You’ve got something there. In the piece, Kirk Douglas states that in 2010 he left the Oscar ceremony after doing his presentation at 6:15 and that he was “…back home in Beverly Hills nibbling potatoes and caviar with my wife at 6:50!” (Bolding mine) Whereas I might just say, “I was home with my wife at 6:50. Would’ve been home sooner but I hit the Arby’s drive-thru.”
On the other hand, that same issue contains an article about the actress Jennifer Lawrence who seems very unpretentious. She says, “Why would I ever get cocky? I’m not saving anybody’s life. There are doctors who save lives and firemen who run into burning buildings. I’m making movies. It’s stupid.”
Of course, Lawrence is young and relatively new to the business. In a few years she may be telling interviewers about the caviar she enjoys while watching her 90" TV in her home in Beverly Hills.
Potatoes and caviar? How gauche.
So if I’ve got this right, you don’t mind rich and sought-after celebrities giving interviews to celebrity gossip magazines, as long as they carefully avoid mentioning anything that might indicate how rich and sought-after they are.
Otherwise, they’re being “pretentious” and “can’t resist mentioning” their wealth and fame and are consequently “different from you and me”, and you open a thread on the Dope to invite people to join you in turning up your noses at them.
Well, okay. Personally, while I am about as egalitarian and un-wealth-obsessed a lower-middle-class left-liberal as ever preferred taking a city bus to a wedding venue rather than a stretch limo because the bus is way less uncomfortable and inconvenient to get into and out of while wearing a bridesmaid gown, I cannot imagine even feeling tempted to get all huffy and sneery about the fact that wealthy glamorous celebrities being interviewed by celebrity gossip magazines sometimes come across as wealthy and glamorous.
If it really bothers you so much to see celebrities being anything but reticent and self-deprecating about their wealth and fame and the lavish lifestyles they can afford, I recommend that you stop reading celebrity gossip magazines.
Chill. I just read something to which I had a personal reaction and posted about it to share my reaction and contrast and compare it with others.
I’m not sure I’d classify Vanity Fare as a ‘celebrity gossip magazine’ although it does have a bit of that as part of its broader makeup.
Uh…yours doesn’t?
In randwill’s defense, I think by “talks to the suit people,” Weinstein doesn’t mean that his wife calls your average tailor. She directly calls the menswear designer at Gucci or Armani or wherever he gets his suit. Which, admittedly, is not exactly something that all of us can do.
That said, I don’t see a problem with that. She’s a fashion designer herself, so she’s just talking to someone she considers a colleague or maybe even a personal friend. If I could do that for my SO, you can bet that I’d be leveraging that connection for all its worth. And it’s really not much different than going to the bespoke tailors on Savile Row (and whatever the American equivalent is; I’m not exactly a fashionista), which plenty of non-famous (albeit well-off) people do.
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Chill. I just read something to which I had a personal reaction and posted about it to share my reaction and contrast and compare it with others.
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That’s fine. And you’ve found out that your reaction is, comparatively speaking, more huffy and sneery than most.
Okay, I defer to your more extensive familiarity with the periodical in question, although I think it’s a bit weird that if you’re familiar with it you still can’t spell its name right.
My wife personally calls George Zimmer to make sure that I like the way I look.
I call bullshit. Your wife personally calls George Zimmer to make sure that SHE likes the way you look. 
Thanks. Lord knows I try.
My familiarity with the periodical in question is far from extensive. I occasionally pick it up at the check-out if the cover catches my eye. I spell it Vanity Fare in tribute to the 60’s music group because we huffy and sneery types do things like that.
I think you should just go buy another copy of Ann Rand’s book.
“The Fountainhed” or “Alas Shrugged”?
Try We the Bitching.
Dammit. I want a 90 inch television!!!
You probably think this post is about you.
Tragically, if you say the wrong thing around here, or say it in a non-approved way you will either be savaged for it or snubbed - watch this space.
I don’t see anything wrong with your post. It just seemed to me you wanted to make conversation.
That’s the name of the unpretentious poor people’s version.