Sitting at the dinner table, stomachs full of some undersized, over priced, fusion meal, we continue with our small talk, Catching up on the past ten years since we last saw each other.

I’m Jenn, the blond in the red dress, with my back to you, dear reader, and I hate these ‘ladies’. As we continue to sit and chat, desserts half eaten, wine glasses empty, and coffees coming out, I look around the table, trying to decide which one of these ladies I hate the most.

You see, there is Madison in the pink dress, to the right of me. She is the one who organized this evening. Carefully picking the restaurant that she knows is just out of my price range. She does this because she loves to be able to swoop in and help ‘little poor Jenn’. She sees having a friend in a lower income bracket as diversifying her friend group. She just loves to remind me, of course in subtle ways, that she not only came from money, but also married into it.

Then, there is Mary, but after living in France for 3 years has decided to go by Marie, only wears stripes and cut her hair into a little French hair cut that looks like it is easy to maintain, but we all know it isn’t. She took my job. My dream job, in Paris.