Great Expectations
In the tale of the ultimate social climber who reached for the top of the A-list and shit the bed, there must be more to the story. Even if it was the aggrieved housekeeper—who, depending on what you’ve heard, was offered less than or only a couple hundred dollars to clean up and promptly quit—that leaked it to the press, there is much to make of the rumored dinner party in which Gwyneth told the world’s biggest celebrities, absurdly gathered at some powerful round table, the entire embarrassing event. I’ve been thinking about this gossip for some time, wondering when it would get written up, and now that it’s out in the tabloids, it looks even more like a fable, a cautionary narrative about flying too close to the sun, getting what you wish for, forgetting where you came from, etc.
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