Is it bad if I have a favorite socialite?

I can't help it, Marina Rust
is just so regal and tall and such a clever writer.
(Everything I value in my closest friends.)

I feel like it's OK to love her because
she's intelligent and pretty to look at.

I remember the first time she was featured in Vogue, almost 20 years ago, as a new writer living in L.A. (yes, L.A.). Then she was hired as a contributing editor at the magazine and I always anticipated her stories.

I must say I'm a sucker for a demure, elegant blueblood.
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