2010 - 7:02 am |
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The horror! The horror!
Peter Cary “PC” Peterson, 18 years old and a senior at Dwight, is sitting at Philippe on the Upper East Side, talking about the way the world works, based on his extensive experience. “Everything in New York City is about connections,” he explains, his eyes glinting and head lolling back. “It’s who you know and how much money you have. It’s really sad. And I am not saying I’m like that. But that’s what New York is: money and power.”
Meet PC Peterson. He’s one of the stars of Bravo’s new Reality “WHY GOD??” Show: NYC Prep. If the name isn’t reason enough to cut yourself, check out this sweet ass premise:
The show chronicles the lives of six teenagers in Manhattan’s elite high school scene.
FINALLY. You know, in the midst of all this economic turmoil and environmental catastrophe, I selfishly forgot to worry about the lives of Manhattan’s elite.
NYC Prep will follow six Manhattan teenagers in their daily lives as they attend events such as weekend parties, shopping sprees, charity events and dinner parties. The show has drawn many comparisons to the hit CW television show, Gossip Girl because both shows revolve around the lives of Manhattan’s elite teenagers.
Gossip Girl has way too much plot and writing by writers. This new show eliminates those salaries problems.
But back to PC Peterson. The brilliant Digby made the following observation.
I’m a little slow on the uptake, I guess, because I didn’t know that this little jerk is the grandson of Pete Peterson, scourge of the safety net.
Yup, that Pete Peterson. The founder of Fiscal Times, the start-up news organization devoted to cutting Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid. (In fairness to Pete, he had the good sense to express that he is deeply embarrassed by PC’s reality show antics).
And his shame is well-deserved. Here are some hits from the fruit of Patriarch Peterson’s loins:
While talking with his Mexican bro (and amid a slew of homoerotic utterances, which could have been contrived by producers), P.C. announced: “I don’t really know many Mexicans in New York besides, like, delivery guys.”
Going further, he explained, “Every time I say like, ‘Oh I’m seeing my friend in Mexico,’ they’re like ‘Ew a Mexican.”… But I always tell them you’re like the most beautiful Mexican ever ‘cause you’re like really tall…”
Someone’s gunning for Bartlett’s.
Hilariously, and in a weak attempt to distance PC from Pete Peterson, mama Paige explained that she is divorced from PC’s father, and so PC is not heir to a great fortune. In fact, she and PC lived “comfortably but modestly in an apartment on Central Park West.”
‘Kay, first of all: Living on Central Park West isn’t living simply “comfortably,” or “modestly.” It’s lavish. Living there means you’re rich. Apartments in that area cost millions of dollars. Additionally, PC attended Dwight School (also informally known as Dumb White Idiots Getting High Together,) an expensive ($30,000+ annually,) private school on the Upper West Side. Second: PC now attends Rollins College ($36,000+ annual tuition, which is well above the national average.) Here’s how students describe Rollins’ student body:
The typical student is rich, white, and preppy, and while “there are obviously different kinds of people who attend Rollins, the above description seems to apply to the majority.” As one undergrad observes, “Most students drive a BMW, Mercedes, Land Rover, etc., and only wear or carry Coach, Prada, Ralph Lauren, A&F, etc.” Those outside the ranks of the economic elite “don’t necessarily have trouble fitting in at school, for most everyone finds their niche.” Undergrads warn, however, that while “students generally are friendly, cliques do develop,” in part because “Rollins is such a small school.” They also concede “there is not much diversity, and diversity is rarely encouraged, particularly by social groups like sororities and fraternities. The few who do stand out find their own crowd and begin their own clubs, such as Pinehurst (for alternative lifestyles) and the Anime Club, and are often stereotyped as ‘geeks.’”
So let’s drop the Little Orphan Annie shit, shall we, Petersons? PC lived a sheltered life of privilege, freaked out one time when he saw a tall Mexican — mistook this for enlightenment — and now goes to school with other rich white kids. End.
Side-note: PC has so thoroughly shamed Dwight School with all of his on-air blathering about drinking, smoking pot, and fucking his way through the Upper West Side, that the school circulated a confusing “zero tolerance” letter among students that either strictly forbids narcotics, or appearing on reality television shows. Did I mention Paris Hilton also attended Dwight? Yikes.
Paige’s peasant playacting aside, the Petersons remain uber-rich, and PC is a spoiled, racist brat, who Michael Jensen suggests may be bisexual, which would be fine if he wasn’t such a tool. (I weep for the gay community if they have to adopt this idiot).
Like Digby says, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a greater argument for an estate tax. A huge one.”
A humungous one.