DEVORAH ROSE: SOCIAL ANTI-CHRIST HOSTS ANTI-VALENTINE’S DAY MASSACRE February 14
SIGN OF THE BEAST (’666′) AT LUCKY STRIKE LANES IN MANHATTAN TONIGHT
The End of Days may be truly upon us, in the midst of Fashion Week no less. On Valentine’s Day in New York City, if you look closely and find yourself in the right place, you just may see signs of the beast; 666 or 999 depending on your perspective. Brandsway Creative has invited members of the press and citizens alike to Lucky Strike Lanes on West 42nd Street tonight where there will be an Anti-Valentine’s Day Massacre with Priscilla Jade Fashion Show to benefit Seven Star Animal Sanctuary hosted by the ‘Celebrity of Her Own Making’, Devorah Rose.
FOX NEWS: FROM PLANO TO PRIVATE PLANES (Rented Hampton Share Houses Referred to as Ms. Rose’s Estate)
On Valentines eve, the fame monster, social parasite and lingerie model with the come hither appeal and look of a concentration camp victim held court on Fox News. The girl formerly known as Deborah Denise Trachtenberg, now the Poseur in Chief of Social Life Magazine and leading contributor to the Anorexia Diaries laid it on thick as she waxed philosophic about her rise from humble roots (in the upper middle class) and that long hard road ‘from Plano to Private Planes’ and the ultimate achievement of her American Dream; standing in front of a step and repeat at the Social Life Estate, err, share house. Her dreams fulfilled, the social anti-Christ with a plastic surgeon on speed dial (in case a piece of her head or face should crack or fall off), stated a desire to “assist others in the achievement of theirs”, referring to the American Dream. Having born witness to the social fraudster’s outlining her perversion of the American Dream and then listening further to her desire to infect more souls with the venomous values of an opportunistic fame crazed social pariah, literally caused vomit to rise up from the bottom of my stomach. That the utterly craptacular Devorah Rose is yet again provided a platform to air her barren and fraudulent social mishagas on unsuspecting souls is a true cause for concern but not surprise. With America at the crossroads in 2012 the Cakes and Circuses culture of distraction is in high gear. The beast is looking still to push up more ass clowns, misfits and social jesters to occupy the national stage. Devorah Rose has been at this game for the better part of a decade, seemingly to the exclusion of all else. I would be lying if I said that I had met a bigger or more notoriously soul less and opportunistic fraud than a certain ‘Editor in Chief’ of a summer only publication that I have contributed to for nearly 6 summers. For those who are feint of heart and are not used to prose that reads like a sledgehammer to the skull, you may want to stop reading the rest of my dissertation on said individual. I threw away my Strunk & White because there is simply no element of style herein.
HORATIO ALGER WAS NOT A ‘JAPPY BITCH’ POSING AS A DISENFRANCHISED MINORITY
Ms. Rose’s “Coming to America” story reads like that of a desperate politico highlighting his or her commonality with selected interest groups to gain favor or sympathy. The “PerfectlyPolished, Painfully Poised“ faux-socialite and fauxlanthropist has scripted a legend to read like a half baked reality version of ‘Maid in Manhattan’ meets ‘Selena’. But do not be fooled, even though they walk among us, these empty vessels represent the dark side of humanity, created by the Devil’s Advocates who lurk in the shadows of society. In the Fox News piece which you can see by clicking here, we witness the vapid and soul less twit looking for some minority cover, by plugging her Venezuelan, Guatemalan and Plano, Texas roots while casually mentioning that she actually grew up in the affluent and predominantly Jewish Boston suburb of Newton, Massachusetts. Poor girl, it’s kind of like growing up in the ghetto of Greenwich, Connecticut or the Lexington Avenue side of Carnegie Hill on the Upper East Side. I do not want to rain on Miss Rose’s parade, but last I checked, however, Horatio Alger was not a Jappy Bitch with a plastic surgery addiction who grew up the daughter of a physician, attending exclusive schools and shopping at the Chestnut Hill Mall, while posing as a disenfranchised minority. With all her talk about Plano, Texas, Guatemalans and Venezuela, I do not know if she is looking to reprise Jennifer Lopez’s roles in ‘Maid in Manhattan’, Selena, both or trying to take advantage of the caricature of all latins as somehow less civilized and poor. I do believe that Miss Rose is employing racist undertones to make her cause more sympathetic and to insulate her vapid agenda from legitimate critique.
Nevertheless, the self appointed Horatio Alger does it all while postulating how she hopes to share her values and success with other like minded folks to give them similar opportunities and maybe a leg up. Fascinating indeed, considering that self absorbed, entitled, petulant, plastic surgerized Newton brat, has stepped on and leveraged off the work of everyone she has met, including those creative artists who helped build a semi famous and semi widely read in the Hamptons, luxury lifestyle publication/beach rag that Miss Rose uses to extend her social relevance. She presents herself as the grand artiste, orchestrator and conductor or veritable maestro of it all and that is true perhaps, if a bullshit artist qualifies one as such. Please remind me again, what this woman has actually accomplished other than an annual redesign of her face and figure at the hands of a plastic surgeon’s scalpel, giving her an increasing resemblance to Joan Rivers and Jocelyn Wildenstein, and in her endless decade long pursuit of the fame game? Please do tell me.
OK, in fairness to Miss Rose, after years of plastic surgery, starvation diets, which she notoriously recommends, and some minor air brushing she has qualified to serve as a lingerie model for a company called Priscilla Jade Lingerie, which presumably hopes to sell its line to pedophiles and men twisted enough to think that their women should weigh about 75 pounds with see through skin and D-Cup sized faux watermelons. The foregoing being said, I have an aversion to skeletal figures and women who by design have the visage of a concentration camp victim, and thus I would pay Miss Rose to keep her clothes on. With all due respect to the Priscilla Jade Lingerire model, let’s just say, I do not see La Perla or Agent Provocateur calling Miss Rose any time soon. While she may be ‘frightened of relationships’, I am frightened of women who look like this.
THE CRAPTACULAR FAME GAME OF MISS ROSE
Truth told, the “Perfectly Polished, Painfully Poised“ faux-socialite and fauxlanthropist known as Devorah Rose is not the Editor in Chief of the publication in the manner anyone else is the Editor in Chief of any publication. She is no Pamela Fiore, Cristina Greeven Cuomo, Julie Dannenberg, David Patrick Columbia, Elizabeth Meigher or the gracious and humble, Nicole Brewer, Executive Publisher of Hamptons.com. Her title is that of a figure head only. The only choreography Ms. Rose is truly engaged in is the one which pertains to scripting own legend and endless plastic surgery to give her a semblance of femininity, however bizarre and alien like it is, while she is engaged in a full court press for tabloid fame. This act is what ultimately translates to casual mentions of the publication she is affiliated with in the mainstream press. I had hoped at one point that this was a bad joke that might go away at some point but this is clearly not to be the case. The craptacular Devorah Rose is what is wrong with America, not what we want our young citizens to aspire to become. She is a disease of the FameGame.
I have no idea why Fox News chose to give more air time to Devorah Rose. She is in essence the very reason why I chose to no longer serve as Society Editor of Social Life Magazine. In my opinion, Devorah is truly one of the most vapid, self promoting, opportunistic, soul less people one will encounter in the Manhattan social/philanthropic circuit, that is if you actually encounter her, which you rarely do unless it is affiliated with some sort of Reality TV production showcasing her as a socialite and philanthropist. Furthermore, her value system and barren opportunism which has driven talent away from Social Life Magazine, is precisely what is WRONG with America at this juncture of our history. FAME IS THE BE ALL AND END ALL. It matters not if that fame be associated with any tangible or meaningful accomplishment or humility respecting the works of those artists who have contributed unwittingly t o your rise without acknowledgement.
If you want to see how your own vomit tastes, take a look see at the link referenced herein. Miss Devorah Rose’s American Dream is our national nightmare. Mothers and fathers ought not let their sons and daughters to grow up and become infected by social vampires of Ms. Rose’s ilk. The American Dream that the rest of us have involves the sweet sound of fame whores like the aforementioned individual being flushed down the drain or tossed on the scrap heap of human history. The endless rise and promotion of craptacular people seriously must come to an end at some point if we are to continue moving forward as a people.
But to the extent that you cannot resist, you can head to Lucky Strike Lanes tonight where the social demon hosts a an Anti-Valentine’s Day Massacre. There is no finer person to serve as the guru for the me generation than one who can teach you how to love and promote yourself to the exclusion of developing an actual earnest and lovable persona than Miss Devorah Rose.