Sex and the city

Chapter 20 The Story of a Beauty

On a recent afternoon, four women met at an Upper East Side restaurant to discuss what it was like to be a beautiful young New York woman.It's the feeling of being pursued, paying the bills, being jealous, pestered, misunderstood, and still impeccable - but all before 25.

Camilla was the first to arrive.Standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, with pale skin, full lips, high cheekbones and a small nose - she just turned 25 but claims to "feel old".She started modeling at the age of 16.I first met her a few months ago downtown, she was at work - "on a date" with famous TV producer Scott - and she was in charge of smiling, saying nice things when someone noticed her, Light up a cigarette once in a while, and do nothing else.

A woman like Camilla gets a lot for very little - especially a man.While other women would risk their lives to have dinner with Scott, Camilla finds the job boring. "He's not my type," she said.She thought Scott was too old (he was in his early 40s), not handsome enough, or rich enough.Camilla recently went on vacation to St. Moritz with a young European aristocrat.She felt that only that kind of life was meaningful.She was completely indifferent to Scott, who was recognized as "the hottest golden bachelor in New York".Capturing Scout means nothing to her; but capturing her means a lot to a man—she is the symbol of the highest honor.

The other three women were late, so Camilla continued, "It's not that I'm mean," she glanced at the others in the restaurant, "but most of the women in New York are idiots with nothing in their heads. They Don't know how to talk, don't know which fork to use, don't even know how much to tip a servant when you visit someone's house."

In New York, there are not many women like Camilla, but they all know each other.They are like members of some secret club or urban sorority, and membership is conditional: beautiful, young and attractive (between 17 and 25, or beyond 25 if you don't admit it) , brains, and the ability to sit in a new restaurant and talk and laugh for hours without being cold.

However, the definition of "brain" may be different from person to person.Camilla's friend Alexis, for example, claims: "I'm good at literature and love to read - I could sit and read an entire magazine, cover to back!"

New York's male and female supply and demand curves simply don't work for these beauties - they get far more than they deserve.Clothes, money, gifts, attention, invitations, private jets, dinners on yachts in the South of France...they accompany the famous men and women to all kinds of banquets, all the trendiest parties and the most prestigious charity dinners They are indispensable in the world.Everyone is asking for their names, eclipsing all the other women.They rule the wind and rain in New York City, as if they can settle everything in the world.But is that really the case?

"Let's talk about those jerks"

While Camilla was saying that she was "recently single, but preparing to take down the son of a certain family on Park Avenue", other women arrived one after another.Katie, 25, an actress, is living with Hubert, a 55-year-old former male star; Shiloh, 17, had a mental breakdown three months ago and now hardly goes out; and Tissy, 22 , a model who just moved to New York, was asked by her agency to declare that she was 19 years old.

These girls were sort of "friends," at least on the surface.They've seen each other at parties and "all dated those scumbags"—Katie puts it.

"Then let's talk about those nasty guys!" said a girl.

"Anyone know SP?" Katie said.She has reddish-brown shawl-length hair, green eyes, and a very sweet voice. "It's the old man with the white hair and the pumpkin face, and you see him everywhere. I'll tell you, he came up to me one time when I was in the Bowery and said, 'You Too young to know the benefits of sleeping with me; and when you do, you'll be too old for me.'”

"Men always try to buy you off," Camilla said. "One guy said to me: 'Come with me to St. Barts for the weekend, we won't have sex, I promise. I just want to hug you.' That's enough." When he came back, he babbled again: "Why didn't you come with me? I told you we didn't have sex." I shot back, "Don't you understand? Going out with a guy who doesn't want to sleep with me?'”

"My previous agency wanted to sell me to a big money," Tisci said.Her facial features are exquisite, and her neck is as slender as a swan. "A broker is a friend of the rich man, and she promised the man that he would definitely have me!" Tissy was very indignant, but she immediately turned her anger to the waiter, "Excuse me, there is A black spot."

Shiloh felt the atmosphere of secret rivalry, so she also boasted: "There are men who give me air tickets, and men who let me use their private jets at will, but I just smile and ignore them .”

Katie leaned forward and said, "A guy actually offered me money for breast implants and an apartment. He said, 'I'll care about my woman even if we break up.' That's A bald little Aussie!"

Day at the Mark Hotel

"Why do these toads always want to eat swan meat?" Tissy asked.

"Most men are pretentious," Shiloh said.She has charming black eyes, a perfectly toasted almond complexion, long black hair flowing down her shoulders, and she wears a floor-length skirt and a sleeveless shirt. "I couldn't stand it. Then I finally met a man who wasn't so self-righteous, but he's in India now! He never touched me or tried to moleste me, so I felt safe."

"There are two kinds of men," Camilla said. "You're a bastard who fucks around, or you just love one. It's sad."

"Who would meet one and love the other?" Katie asked puzzled. "Oh, you know," Camilla said, "Scott, Capote Duncan, Dace Peters and all." Capote Duncan was a Southern writer in his thirties, Hanging out with young, pretty girls all day long.Dyce Peters was a famous Hollywood agent, often in New York, and a playboy.Many beautiful girls in their 30s have stumbled on them.

"I dated Dyce Peters too." Ticie explained, touching her short dark hair. "He's been trying to convince me to go to the Mark with him. He's sending me baskets, baskets of flowers." , all white. He begged me to go to the sauna with him, and wanted me to go with him to some shitty party in the Hamptons. I wasn't going!"

"I met him in the south of France," Camilla said.She sometimes spoke with an oddly contrived European accent--now.

"Did he buy you anything?" Tici asked pretending to be casual.

"It's not really a good thing," Camilla said, calling the waiter. "Give me another iced margarita," she said. "It's not iced enough." She turned to Tissy. , said, "It's just some Chanel bags."

"A suit or an accessory?"

"Suits," Camilla said. "I've got so many Chanel bags that it's killing me."

After a silence, Shiloh broke the silence.

"I hardly ever go out now. I'm getting overwhelmed by those people!" She wears a cowhide necklace with a small crystal pendant.It was a movie superstar in her 30s who broke her down.He saw a picture of Shiloh in a magazine and contacted her agency.She'd seen his movies, thought he was handsome, and called him back.He invited her to spend a two-week vacation at his villa in Los Angeles.But when he returned to New York with her, his behavior became very strange.He didn't go anywhere but strip clubs, and tried to get strippers to give him special services for free—"just because he thought he was a big star!" Shiloh said.

Katie put her arms on the table and said, "Years ago, I thought I was broken and decided to get revenge on men. I was going to find a virgin, sleep with him and dump him. I know I'm bad enough , but that boy is 21 years old and hasn’t slept with a woman yet, so it’s about time. I was as gentle as I wanted to be with him when I was doing that, and then I never talked to him again. In fact, you It doesn't matter how beautiful you are, as long as you can meet a man's expectations of you, you can hold him firmly in your hand."

"Yes, if a guy said to me, 'I want fishnet socks and a bright red lipstick,' I'd wear those as everyday accessories. said Tissy.

"If Hubert was a woman, he would be the most slutty woman," Katie said. "You see, even if I wear a miniskirt, I still wear panties underneath! And he just keeps talking to me." I fiddled and even wanted me to have a threesome with him and another woman. I was so annoyed that I found a gay friend George. I kissed him sometimes, but it was like playing with a child I said to Hubert, 'Honey, George's going to be here tonight.' And Hubert said, 'Where does he sleep?' I said, 'Oh, I guess he'll be in bed, Come with us - you can play his lover.' He was totally freaked out. I said, 'Honey, if you really love me, do as I tell you. That's all I want, no Negotiate.'" Katie ordered another margarita and said, "We're even."

"Hello, Katie"

"Old men are disgusting," Camilla said. "I don't go out with them anymore. It occurred to me a few years ago, why should I go out with these old, ugly rich men? What am I?" It's time to meet someone who is both young and handsome? Besides, these old men don't understand what you're thinking. They think they know women's minds like the back of their hands-that's not the case! We are not of the same age at all !"

"I don't think old men are that bad!" Katie said. "Of course, when Hubert first called to ask me out, my first reaction was: 'How old are you? Look how many hairs are left on your head! It's going to take a lot of effort to chase me!' The first time he came to pick me up, I didn't have any makeup on and my hair was dirty Yeah. I mean if you want me so much, meet me for real. But he didn't seem intimidated at all. Then the first sleepover at his place, I woke up in the morning and found every There was a bouquet of my favorite flowers in one room. He also found out my favorite author and bought all his works. He also wrote on the mirror with shaving cream: "Ha Hey, Katie.'”

The women screamed. "It's so romantic!" Tissy said. "I love men like that."

"I love men like that, but sometimes I need a break," Shiloh said.

"Hubert just likes to see me mess up," Katie said. "I always buy a lot of clothes and can't pay the bills, but he likes to see me like this. He likes to help me get everything done."

"Men are actually very clingy, and we are their goddesses." Katie said ostentatiously, obviously the second glass of margarita worked. "But on the other hand, men are also more... bigger. Makes you feel comfortable."

"They do have some qualities that women lack." Shiloh nodded and said, "A man should meet all the needs of his girlfriend."

"Hubert made me feel safe. He pampered me like a child," Katie said. "I'm not a feminist. Men are bossy and like to dominate, so let them dominate." Go ahead. Appreciate your femininity."

"Men are complicated sometimes, but if this doesn't work, there's another," Tissy interjected. "Men are easy to deal with."

"Yeah, it's always other women who'll give you trouble," Camilla said.

"I don't want to say big words, but beauty is definitely a weapon, you can get all you want," Katie said, "Other women know this, and that's why they hate you, especially women who are old and decrepit. They Feel like you're encroaching on their territory."

"Once most women are over 30, they start to really care about age," Camilla said, "because men treat you differently. Of course, a woman like Christie Brinkley doesn't. There will be any trouble."

"Women are scumbags," Katie said, "like to go around spreading rumors that I'm an idiot, brainless, don't understand anything, that I'm with Hubert for his money. So I wear Shorter skirts, more fancy dresses, I must piss them off."

"They just like to put all kinds of hats on you. They don't want to know the real you," Tici said.

"Women are competitive and jealous," Shiloh said, "at any age. They have so much stereotyping of beautiful girls, it's so sad. It just goes to show how these women lead their lives— They live tired and unhappy lives, have no sense of security at all, are always dissatisfied with the status quo, and once they find out that someone is living a better life than them, they will be seriously unbalanced."

"So most of my friends are men." The other three women present looked at each other and nodded.

"What about sex?" a girl asked.

"I tell every guy they have the biggest dick I've ever seen," Katie said.The women laughed knowingly.Katie drank the last sip of the margarita through a straw and said calmly: "To survive."

(End of this chapter)