As fascinating as any of the people she chronicled as “Suzy,” Aileen Mehle was the society columnist they all read—and she was also one of them. Then there were the sharply observed recollections and unvarnished opinions of the boldfaced names of 20th-century society, including the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Aristotle Onassis and Maria Callas, Jack and Jackie Kennedy, Lee Radziwill, Truman Capote, Princess Grace of Monaco, Gloria Vanderbilt, C. Guest, Jerry Zipkin, Carroll Petrie, Marylou Whitney, Rosemarie Kanzler, the Annenbergs, the Buckleys, the Rothermeres, and Ivana Trump (“The pits,” she declared). I did this, I did that, 10 people asked me to write a book, Jackie came to see me I don’t know how many times when she was an editor at Doubleday . Always a stickler for the truth, she informed me of her correct age as soon as I’d turned on my tape recorder.
In her last interview before her death, in November, Mehle spoke to ‘I remember early on people would whisper, ‘Don’t tell her anything. She writes that column,’ ” said Aileen Mehle, who for more than five decades, under the pen name Suzy, chronicled the comings and goings, the weddings and divorces, the charity galas and costume balls of international high society, starting at the magazine she was “easily the brightest and most widely read society columnist in the country.”“People didn’t really know me when I started out,” she continued, sitting on a pale-green satin sofa in the peach-walled, double-height living room of her apartment, located in a Gilded Age mansion on Manhattan’s Upper East Side and done up for her in grand told people everything I’m telling you . As she put it, almost in exasperation, “I have 100,000 anecdotes, and I don’t know what to do with them—except tell them to you . On her 97th birthday, in June 2015, Blaine Trump hosted a dinner at her Central Park South pied-à-terre with a few of the retired columnist’s closest friends, including Carolina Herrera and her husband, Reinaldo (a contributing editor), sugar baron Jose “Pepe” Fanjul and his wife, Emilia, and publicist Paul Wilmot.
“I was Miss Popularity in high school,” she added, bursting into a laugh that sparkled like Baccarat crystal. She introduced herself to him as the women’s editor of the . ’ Just like that, no ‘Good afternoon’ or ‘Good evening.’ She was startled.
“I went to the University of California at Santa Barbara, and that was another wonderful time for me. “The fleet was in, and it was very glamorous—all the boys who had just graduated from Annapolis were everywhere. She told him, ‘Well, sir, we keep Suzy a secret.’ And Jack Kennedy said, ‘Well, when you get back to Miami, will you tell Suzy I got my pants pressed.’ Even Joe Kennedy was trying to find out who Suzy was.”Her cover was exposed, she said, “when some nosy person at the newspaper went to the accountant and asked, ‘Are you making out paychecks to anyone new?
While men didn’t exactly say every woman in Miami is a superficial gold digger, they did say they found ladies here to be more standoffish and guarded than in other cities, which makes sense if women perceive men to approach them with, let’s say, different relationship goals.
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Dating in Miami, if you want to call it that, isn’t so much dating as it is finding someone who's okay with only staying out until 1am some nights. And while dating in Miami -- like everything here -- can give you better stories than anyone else you know, it can also drive you absolutely insane.
Here’re 15 reasons why dating in the 305 is such a disaster.
A good (Miami) man is that elusive unicorn who wants to get serious (about a relationship or any aspect of his life other than partying), has a real job (read: doesn't vaguely "do business"), and who can exert the slightest bit of effort (i.e., knows how to dial a phone, not just text on one). And then I realized I lived in Miami, and resolved to stop worrying about it. (Spoiler alert: The below is peppered with generalizations for the sake of argument.) You have to understand the mindset of the young (or not-so-young) Miami male and his Animal Planet-style natural habitat.
And that's not even considering his level of attractiveness. In Miami, perhaps more so than any other city (Las Vegas notwithstanding), the emphasis is on play.