Malaysian Socialites -- Are They For Real?

Take it from me, people. Some of our socialites are really trashy. In the way they dress and the way they behave.

I'll tell you why. You just can't take the "jinjang, or the "shanty-ness" out of them.

Take it from me. I know what class is. What breeding is. I mean, just sitting beside an OKB (orang kaya baru) is enough to demonstrate the clear divide between style and trash, elegance and gaudiness.

No, folks. Our socialites are not for real. Okay. Many of them aren't. The genuine McCoys you can tell.

Indeed, you can tell them apart from the manufactured baru-kahwin-orang-kaya ones.

I was talking on the phone with a certain royalty recently. Someone I went to boarding school with in England.

We were talking about a party she went to recently and she was jaw-dropping appalled to see the manufactured glitziness of some of the ladies. Young newly-titled ladies whose husbands (also young) just got millions of ringgit in projects along with a "dato" for good measure.

They were dressed so "loudly", the room was swirling and dizzying that my friends almost fainted.

Blondies almost all of them, boobs (ok ok...cleavages) to show. and designer this and that from head to toe, it was obscene.

There was no elegance at all. Everyone was trying to outdo one another.

"No class, you know. Not that anyone should try but I think they tried too hard. Oh well, I'll know not to attend any of these mad functions next time," my royal girlfriend told me.

I know what she's saying. Being a great people-watcher and knowing a lot of KL people, I know that most of our socialites marry into wealth, not class.

You know that the kind of politics that we have here, we have so many newly-created millionnaires. I mean just look at their houses.

These status symbols are ugly structures mirroring the owners' poor and vulgar taste.

Well, enough said.

Malaysian socialites. Now that's a misnomer.