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RUSHDIE: GET BACK, GET BACK… YOU DON’T KNOW ME LIKE THAT

“Why you all in my ear? Talkin’ a whole bunch of shit that I ain’t tryin’ to hear Get back mothafucker, you don’t know me like that”
-Ludacris

Devorah Rose, the Upstart Jewish Socialite, is in the headlines once again for reportedly having some sort of liaison or relationship with Salman Rushdie, famed author of the ‘Satanic Verses’. The ‘Celebrity of Her Own Making’ tweeted a suggestive message alluding to relationship of import with the long time beau of Padma Lakshmi. Upon digesting the substance of the interaction between the two parties the first thing that entered my mind was the Ludacris song called ‘Get Back’ (You don’t know me like that) about an obsessed fan who assumes a bond with an artist he does not know on a chance encounter.

Given the character that I have witnessed of Miss Devorah Rose, this is what I find most unbelievable from the NY Post article referencing the alleged relationship between the world class author Salman Rushdie and ‘Crazed Reality Star [wannabe]’:

Rushdie says Rose mistook a “casual acquaintance” for more. But she tells us Rushdie chased her for months, with dinner invitations and Facebook messages, while she was “pursuing an  intellectual relationship.”

“He’s much older than me,” Rose told us. “It was so disheartening. I looked up to him. [I thought he was] charming and intelligent . . . I don’t want this to happen to other girls.”

Devorah Rose, a ‘Celebrity of Her Own Making’ has been ’clawing her way up’ the social ladder for years, worshipping at the alter of fame like some kind of Satanic ritual.  In my opinion, her Dracula like blood lust for tabloid press makes her one of the most annoying and potentially dangerous personages for any man of means or accomplishment to cross paths with in this town. The implication that she was somehow shocked and disheartened because she was earnestly looking only to pursue some sort of ‘intellectual association’ with one of the most famous authors on the planet, is well, to be candid, truly LUDICROUS.  Her posture in all this actually reeks with all the sincerity of a social grifter fleecing her mark.

Dangerous Beauty

In his research and in forced exile/hiding after the issuance of a fatwa against him by Ayatollah Khomeni and the violent Muslim reaction that followed publication of  The Satanic Verses I still do not think that Mr. Rushdie ever encountered anyone so deeply committed to completion of their mission as that of a crazed ‘fame monster’ like  Miss Devorah Rose.

While some may commend the upstart Jewish socialite for her persistence in garnering time in the spotlight without any noteworthy accomplishments, the endless pursuit of reality fame to place yourself in the right place at the right time, like a scheming Forrest Gump, is hardly a heady or noble life pursuit.  Folks like Devorah are oblivious to the entire REAL world around them while the dutifully serve as cogs in the wheel of the culture of distraction.  America is being extracted, the middle class eroding with a painful and growing income inequality due to the efforts of inept and corrupt politicians and financial oligarchs that have created  a destabilized financial system which may bring about the economic collapse of America. But DR sat next to Salman Rusdie and exchanged texts and simply had to insure that her brief and fleeting association went viral.

Understand, one’s import to Miss Devorah Rose is dependent only on what, who and how they may assist in extending her media profile and moving her up the charts in the Fame Game. Selling you out at hello is her M.O.  Everyone knows it, except perhaps Salman Rushdie who was rather slow in figuring it out.

Ms. Rose posts half nude photos of her self literally everywhere and any where she can. Furthermore, she has clearly over the years had significant work done in order to obtain this look found in Maxim so she can gain attention. Most who met her between 2005 -2010 do not recognize her in these images on Maxim.  Upon closer examination of the images of Devorah Rose in Maxim, Facebook and Twitter, what I see is not an attractive, sexually desirable woman but something that is disturbing. The images are a cross between a concentration camp victim, a vampire and leave her looking like she is but one procedure away from looking like Jocelyn Wildenstein. What was not removed with a plastic surgeon’s scalpel or sucked out via liposuction, enhanced via breast implants or collagen injections was photo shopped or air brushed to reveal a feminine creature that is a turn on only for necrophiliacs or pedophiles.  Scallywag & Vagabond asked whether Ms. Rose is a “Shameless Social Climber or Misunderstood Cover Model.” Maybe perhaps a disease which is a symptom of the times?

An intellectual conversation with the woman who is ‘Perfectly Polished, Painfully Poised’ usually goes something like this:

Devorah: Did you see that the NY Post covered me? Do you think this is better or bigger than the NY Times profile of me?

You: I think so. Was that you? I have not seen you in a few months and did not realize you look like that now.

Devorah: Oh well I have been dieting (with a Surgeon’s scalpel and air brushed with photo shop). Can you do a write up defending me? I feel like such a victim in the wrongful manner I am being portrayed. Cityfile, Gawker, New York Observer, The NY Times, New York Magazine,  Scallywag & Vagabond and Guest of a Guest are all so mean to me.  Times writers like Laura Holson lied to me.

You: Oh my god this is so intellectual (rolling your eyes).  I am glad we have such a deep friendship where we can discuss topics like your fame.  Yeah I guess there really must be a mainstream media and blogosphere conspiracy against their serving as unwitting publicity agents in your social climb. But honey, if Andy Cohen does not give you a show ultimately, what are you going to do?

The Face of Social Life Magazine: For better or worse

Ms. Rose is the ‘Editor-in-Chief’ of Social Life Magazine.  As the Society Editor of the same publication Ms. Rose “serves” as the Editor in Chief,  I can tell you that while I contribute my perspective on philanthropy along with photos taken around town, I have not had a meeting with or discussion with this woman about any issues related to publication in several years.  What I have witnessed in the time I have known her is not one who regularly holds meetings with staff members to discuss content related issues of the magazine or greater collaborations among staff members. Instead, she is someone I randomly encounter pursuing her own FameGame around town (rarely) or in the Hamptons at Social Life Magazine parties where she stands  ‘Perfectly Polished, Painfully Poised’ out in front of the cameras claiming responsibility for the publication of a magazine which is largely a collaborative effort among many and that largely eludes her oversight. You will excuse me, if in my opinion, Devorah Rose is but a scandalous farce posing as a meaningful human being, an embarrassment to the idea of what an  Editor-in-Chief of a publication should be.  Cristina Greeven Cuomo is what one may wish to use as a model, if you are asking me.    Why?  She is still far too busy figuring out how to take credit, license of and leverage off the  artistic creations of others, literally having driven away those who helped create the magazine’s  brand in the first place.

The Photo Tweeted by Ms. Rose Illustrates NOTHING

As a photographer and a lawyer, in my opinion,  the image tweeted by Ms. Rose hardly looks  like that representative or indicative of some massive romance, deeply formed alliance or any kind of significant intimate relationship between her and the world famous author. It instead looks like that of one taken by a fan or brazen fame seeking stalker.

As stated to me by an acquaintance who has withdrawn from New York Social circles because she has moved on to a more important segment of her life called adulthood: “It never ceases to amaze me the lengths these people will go for ’status’ in the make-believe construct of their social microcosm.”  This woman gives fame seeking ’stalkers’ a bad name. Her simple quest to rise up in social recognition in tabloid media and reality television by any means necessary, including incessant plastic surgery, advocating Anorexia to wannabe socialites, constant sandbagging of  of as many unsuspecting people higher up on the human food chain or with a more significant fame quotient. Salman Rushdie is simply her latest victim, in my estimation.

My advice to Ms. Rose, if you are going to be a star fucker, at least don some knee pads, get under the table and get to work. Capische? But do not sit here and pose like a victim of abuse at  the hands of one of your much older heroes , with whom you were merely pursuing an intellectual relationship. It rings hollow and exposes your for the rather shallow charlatan that you are.

Listen babe, what’s going on here is LUDICROUS, Salman Rusdie is in effect saying:  “Why you all in my ear? Talkin’ a whole bunch of shit that I ain’t tryin’ to hear Get back mothafucker, you don’t know me like that”.