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Fun in public
Mar. 30th, 2009 11:30 pmWow, what a weekend! So picked up on Friday by Carney:
http://www.businessinsider.com/aig-execs-wife-writes-we-were-betrayed-2009-3
Who couldn't even be bothered to get my nick right. But he seems to have achieved what he wanted - access to my better half.
Never mind that he did what Cuomo only threatened to do - publish our names.
Subsequently I've been called all sorts of interesting names by people with enough time on their hands to submit comments.
I really like the botox babe and welfare queen, shop-aholic descriptions of me - it's been keeping my friends catatonic with laughter.
Best bit is that it's really not that hard to find pics of me (even after we took down our website). But that would take thought and a couple of clicks. Much easier to assume that I'm the bottle blonde executive trophy wife they expect.
Which brings me to the guy in the grey t-shirt and dark sweat pants who came to the door on Saturday claiming to be from the New York Post.
The person who opened the door and told you I wasn't home....
Yeah that's right. Do a bit more research next time.
On Saturday I had just arrived home from a climbing session. I never really got on very well with the executive wives because I do things. And I'd rather build instruments than have perfect fingernails. I also made most of the dresses I needed for the black tie executive functions I've been required to attend. It's ok, I usually talked to the 'help' and drank a lot to pass the time. My favourite was the one in the Tudor building because they hired an "early music" group to add to the ambiance. Turns out we'd done a gig in Leeds together. Awesome.
Now I really must get back to work. There's a film company that need some bone pipes for set decoration.
http://www.businessinsider.com/aig-execs-wife-writes-we-were-betrayed-2009-3
Who couldn't even be bothered to get my nick right. But he seems to have achieved what he wanted - access to my better half.
Never mind that he did what Cuomo only threatened to do - publish our names.
Subsequently I've been called all sorts of interesting names by people with enough time on their hands to submit comments.
I really like the botox babe and welfare queen, shop-aholic descriptions of me - it's been keeping my friends catatonic with laughter.
Best bit is that it's really not that hard to find pics of me (even after we took down our website). But that would take thought and a couple of clicks. Much easier to assume that I'm the bottle blonde executive trophy wife they expect.
Which brings me to the guy in the grey t-shirt and dark sweat pants who came to the door on Saturday claiming to be from the New York Post.
The person who opened the door and told you I wasn't home....
Yeah that's right. Do a bit more research next time.
On Saturday I had just arrived home from a climbing session. I never really got on very well with the executive wives because I do things. And I'd rather build instruments than have perfect fingernails. I also made most of the dresses I needed for the black tie executive functions I've been required to attend. It's ok, I usually talked to the 'help' and drank a lot to pass the time. My favourite was the one in the Tudor building because they hired an "early music" group to add to the ambiance. Turns out we'd done a gig in Leeds together. Awesome.
Now I really must get back to work. There's a film company that need some bone pipes for set decoration.
