Pioneer of “it girls,” junkie chic, modern muses and troubled heiresses. White girls like me can understand Edie. I know what it’s like to burn through a trust fund, to live in hotels and to have a massive circle of celebrity friends. I think her grandpa invented the elevator or something.
She had a glamorous life- running around the streets of Manhattan in fabulous clothes, never having to worry about annoying things like making your own money, working a “regular” job or going back to school.
Like Edie, I have a gay BFF and an affinity for uppers. She wore leotards before American Apparel existed. She was really an enigma. People have told me that I’m an enigma too. By people, I mean nobody.