The first time that I had even heard of Fran Lebowitz was when I picked up a copy of "Social Studies" at Rizzoli Bookstore several years back. I rememeber actually laughing out loud as I leafed through the pages trying to figure out if it was indeed a necessary purchase. It was. Her writing, while quick-witted, painfully observant, and at times acerbic, it never came across as malicious. At least not blatantly so. One of my favorite chapters was titled "How Not To Marry A Millionaire: A Guide For The Misfortune Hunter." It rather distinctly showed the difference between The Haves and The Have Nots. More than hilarious was the sub-section titled, "What Not To Say To Poor People" (Or, more specifically, the "Have Nots" ~
- Is that your Daimler blocking the driveway?
- I'll call you around Noon. Will you be up?
- Don't you believe it for a minute - these waiters make an absolute fortune.
- Oh, a uniform. What a great idea.