Makes Me Want to Get a Facial
I'm not much on the spa life (never enough time--sounds kind of appealing, though...). And I've never even set foot in an Elizabeth Grady, but suddenly I'm feeling the urge. It's hard to believe these kinds of things still happen in this day and age.
From the Globe:
John Walsh has a remarkable rags-to-riches story to tell, but it has not been remarkable enough to impress Jonathan Winthrop, who lives his life, quite literally, overlooking Beacon Hill from the penthouse. Walsh just wants to move downstairs. Winthrop and his neighbors have said no. Walsh, though, is not going away quietly.What's the problem, Winthrop? Afraid John Walsh's "posse" will try to give the neighbors free mani-pedis in the lobby? Vibrant, younger-looking skin a threat to you? Does the word "microdermabrasion" send chills down your spine?
"I didn't get to where I am by waiting for someone to give something to me," says Walsh, 51. "My parents instilled in me that you can do anything you want, be anything you want, as long as you work hard at it."
Get a life. Better yet--get a facial. I understand they're very relaxing.
posted by Alison Rose at
7:15 PM
4 Comments:
I read this article too and thought something similar. At the same time I thought, oh I love it when the rich and the super-rich fight it out.
That's the new class wars - the super-rich hate the merely rich.
LOL! When mere millionaires are a dime a dozen these days (what with the Fortune 400 richest people containing only BILLIONAIRES and all), they just get more territorial defending their slice of the pie!
No kidding.
I do think it is equally bizarre that he still wants to live there. Can you imagine the ridiculous level of shunning and craziness his family will endure if they somehow are able to move in?
So weird to be reminded that these kinds of people are real and so close by.
oh man! this is *so* New England old money (old money where you can present proof of your pedigree)!
Oh, plus he made his money from *salons*....and those types of businesses have a particular reputation with Old Money. Unless it's Elizabeth Arden.
The whole thing reminds me of the time I watched two old Presbyterians--one a celebrated minister, the other a celebrated neuroscientist--get into a "pissing contest" over who was wearing the "true" MacLean tartan bow tie.
I'm serious. it happened in Princeton,NJ...which in many ways is like Boston.
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