RACHELLE HRUSKA: Social Journalist or Helping the Scissors Mafia Take Over NYC?
Many who are far more intelligent and knowledgeable than me have written about the culture of distraction, the dumbed down population of consumer zombies who are hooked on drugs, alcohol, sex or mindless infotainment and social networking, the more easily manipulated masses and what it means for the future of our society. As a study, the famegame in New York City is a perfect microcosm of the disintegration of intelligent or meaningful culture vs. smart culture, if only because what happens here gets broadcast to the rest of the world as that which is of social significance, a way of life to aspire to and what is quintessentially New York.
The New York Post labeled Nebraskan born socialite with a holly go lightly persona, Rachelle Hruska, Editor & Co-Founder of GuestofaGuest.com as the Queen Bee of the new wave of web scribes. One can only wonder, if we are so hungry for journalists that look good (see: Fox News Babes) that if you are attractive and throw up online press releases written by publicists who supply you with them along with the images how does that make said individual anything other than a faux social journalist pursuing her own famegame; even as she becomes part of the culture of distraction? Rachelle Hruska's appearance on the New York social scene and her ability to work the room, is curious in so far that she has with her somewhat sincere Holly Go Lightly pose and girl posse managed to become the face of a younger generation of Clubutante's promoting the vapid an inane lifestyle of those who call "the best 2K ever spent" in their life swilling over priced vodka at one velvet roped lounge or another in New York City and the Hamptons. Let me be even more clear, if the best 2K you have ever spent is on bottle service on 27th street's club row, you are truly and literally a phucking loser, and if you promote and celebrate that then what are you? You better check yourself before you reck yourself. If in fact you want to see who received a mental BJ or handjob from a certain sexy, blonde, social editor who herself looked damn fine partying in a designer dress last night, then by all means take a look at GuestofaGuest.com. Some have speculated, perhaps accurately (who knows), that she is actually the face of nightlife empressario Steve Lewis, who is trying best to encapsulate the aspirational values of the young, attractive, club going set in New York City to make swilling over priced bottle service at the 27th Street's club row as something all of us should actually aspire to. Why? Because these places need to stay in business.
Many I have had the opportunity to speak to have stated that blog if studied closely is actually somewhat of an intelligent riff of or rip off of the formula used by Celebrity blogger Tia Walker's "the quest for it", Cityfile and Gawker, but then again, aren't alot of these folks looking to emulate what Nick Denton did with the most successful of the new media blogs? In this new media, even Meghan McCain of McCain Blogette gets to host The View and serve as a columnist for The Daily Beast. Ok so she is Senator McCain's daughter and did graudate from Columbia University and her pleasantly plump curves are not exactly a turnoff to this blogger. So as much as I might want to kiss her fat ass in real time, whether it be Meghan's or Rachelle's, I can't do it via the written word. I can't not critique cause you're phucking hot. Capische?
Jealous maybe Christopher? No, not really, more traffic, fame and money would sure be nice but then again I would have to dumb down, become the friend of or kiss the ass of stupid people or those who claim that "the Best 2K Ever Spent" was out on club row instead of on vacation or at one of New York's finest restaurants with my family or a close group of friends. Truth is that I skipped the Dale Carnegie course and forgot to read the book, "How to Win Friends and Influence People" as the only folks I am likely to influence are those who largely already detest the moral bankruptcy and emptiness of stupid culture being proffered by the purveyors of New York Nightlife. Maybe I would have more friends if I smoked from the crack pipe of the "you kiss my ass, I will kiss your ass" school of New York social journalism practiced by the likes of Rachelle Hruska, "write me a check and tell me how famous you wanna be." Can't we all get along you say. Sure, but somewhere along the way, a somewhat sincere pose turns into a perpetual smile behind an insincere enterprise and people start believing their own press. Nobody is as good as their best press or as horrible as their worst. Truth is somewhere in between. At present, in society rarely will anyone feel inclined to speak in a questionable fashion about those who might promote them, and that is a trusim not just in the social media but the media at large. If you stop being fake, there may be more artistry in what you do, but if you do, there may also be less money in it. So sell the lie and cash in has become the motto of our culture. If it hurts me to speak or write this way so be it.
Have an itch for fame? Do you have a publicist? Are you a ridicutard? Have you done anything of marginal social significance? Then have your publicist send the press release with photos to GuestofaGuest.com. Wait, you don't have a publicist? No problem, Rachelle has contributors like Ariel Moses who are publicists on staff who write about their clients. Make sure to take as many photos of yourself in the Scissors Mafia pose (see also: scissor gang mafia), preferably with drink in hand, eyes half shut from drunkeness because you will look uber cool, perhaps as cool as Justin Ross Lee, who resembles a caricature of an actual human being, but who's legend is the stuff of urban mythology on the blog. Now, I am not saying GuestofaGuest.com represents the best of the D List but let's just say, Kathy Griffin is your A List if Mr. Lee can garner that kind of attention. Enough said, so Rachelle, about that drink we discussed nearly a year ago, still want to have it? ;-) I still think you are one of the Top 10 Hottest women in New York City and give props to the small town girl (even if Omaha ain't so small) from Nebraska who has somehow managed to become part of the mainstream social media.
Kisses, much love,
Chris
Many who are far more intelligent and knowledgeable than me have written about the culture of distraction, the dumbed down population of consumer zombies who are hooked on drugs, alcohol, sex or mindless infotainment and social networking, the more easily manipulated masses and what it means for the future of our society. As a study, the famegame in New York City is a perfect microcosm of the disintegration of intelligent or meaningful culture vs. smart culture, if only because what happens here gets broadcast to the rest of the world as that which is of social significance, a way of life to aspire to and what is quintessentially New York.
The New York Post labeled Nebraskan born socialite with a holly go lightly persona, Rachelle Hruska, Editor & Co-Founder of GuestofaGuest.com as the Queen Bee of the new wave of web scribes. One can only wonder, if we are so hungry for journalists that look good (see: Fox News Babes) that if you are attractive and throw up online press releases written by publicists who supply you with them along with the images how does that make said individual anything other than a faux social journalist pursuing her own famegame; even as she becomes part of the culture of distraction? Rachelle Hruska's appearance on the New York social scene and her ability to work the room, is curious in so far that she has with her somewhat sincere Holly Go Lightly pose and girl posse managed to become the face of a younger generation of Clubutante's promoting the vapid an inane lifestyle of those who call "the best 2K ever spent" in their life swilling over priced vodka at one velvet roped lounge or another in New York City and the Hamptons. Let me be even more clear, if the best 2K you have ever spent is on bottle service on 27th street's club row, you are truly and literally a phucking loser, and if you promote and celebrate that then what are you? You better check yourself before you reck yourself. If in fact you want to see who received a mental BJ or handjob from a certain sexy, blonde, social editor who herself looked damn fine partying in a designer dress last night, then by all means take a look at GuestofaGuest.com. Some have speculated, perhaps accurately (who knows), that she is actually the face of nightlife empressario Steve Lewis, who is trying best to encapsulate the aspirational values of the young, attractive, club going set in New York City to make swilling over priced bottle service at the 27th Street's club row as something all of us should actually aspire to. Why? Because these places need to stay in business.
Many I have had the opportunity to speak to have stated that blog if studied closely is actually somewhat of an intelligent riff of or rip off of the formula used by Celebrity blogger Tia Walker's "the quest for it", Cityfile and Gawker, but then again, aren't alot of these folks looking to emulate what Nick Denton did with the most successful of the new media blogs? In this new media, even Meghan McCain of McCain Blogette gets to host The View and serve as a columnist for The Daily Beast. Ok so she is Senator McCain's daughter and did graudate from Columbia University and her pleasantly plump curves are not exactly a turnoff to this blogger. So as much as I might want to kiss her fat ass in real time, whether it be Meghan's or Rachelle's, I can't do it via the written word. I can't not critique cause you're phucking hot. Capische?
Jealous maybe Christopher? No, not really, more traffic, fame and money would sure be nice but then again I would have to dumb down, become the friend of or kiss the ass of stupid people or those who claim that "the Best 2K Ever Spent" was out on club row instead of on vacation or at one of New York's finest restaurants with my family or a close group of friends. Truth is that I skipped the Dale Carnegie course and forgot to read the book, "How to Win Friends and Influence People" as the only folks I am likely to influence are those who largely already detest the moral bankruptcy and emptiness of stupid culture being proffered by the purveyors of New York Nightlife. Maybe I would have more friends if I smoked from the crack pipe of the "you kiss my ass, I will kiss your ass" school of New York social journalism practiced by the likes of Rachelle Hruska, "write me a check and tell me how famous you wanna be." Can't we all get along you say. Sure, but somewhere along the way, a somewhat sincere pose turns into a perpetual smile behind an insincere enterprise and people start believing their own press. Nobody is as good as their best press or as horrible as their worst. Truth is somewhere in between. At present, in society rarely will anyone feel inclined to speak in a questionable fashion about those who might promote them, and that is a trusim not just in the social media but the media at large. If you stop being fake, there may be more artistry in what you do, but if you do, there may also be less money in it. So sell the lie and cash in has become the motto of our culture. If it hurts me to speak or write this way so be it.
Have an itch for fame? Do you have a publicist? Are you a ridicutard? Have you done anything of marginal social significance? Then have your publicist send the press release with photos to GuestofaGuest.com. Wait, you don't have a publicist? No problem, Rachelle has contributors like Ariel Moses who are publicists on staff who write about their clients. Make sure to take as many photos of yourself in the Scissors Mafia pose (see also: scissor gang mafia), preferably with drink in hand, eyes half shut from drunkeness because you will look uber cool, perhaps as cool as Justin Ross Lee, who resembles a caricature of an actual human being, but who's legend is the stuff of urban mythology on the blog. Now, I am not saying GuestofaGuest.com represents the best of the D List but let's just say, Kathy Griffin is your A List if Mr. Lee can garner that kind of attention. Enough said, so Rachelle, about that drink we discussed nearly a year ago, still want to have it? ;-) I still think you are one of the Top 10 Hottest women in New York City and give props to the small town girl (even if Omaha ain't so small) from Nebraska who has somehow managed to become part of the mainstream social media.
Kisses, much love,
Chris
posted by Christopher London at 5:19 PM
1 Comments:
Nice blog and Nice blog and these are the questions that must be asked.
Beck is indeed a shill just like you said &I e-mailed Beck and said so yesterday after hearing his hit-job from the preliminary "what's her name?" to the hit and hanging up and then silly, giggling from Pat Gray, Stu and Beck like a trio of silly, giddy schoolgirls that they are. Screw all 3 of them! and questions that must be asked. Beck is a shill like you said.
I e-mailed him and said so yesterday after hearing his hit-job from the preliminary "what's her name?" to the hit and hanging up and then silly giggling from Gray, Stu and Beck like a trio of silly giddy schoolgirls that they are.
Screw all 3 of of them and their master Karl Marx Rove!
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