Look at that ¡HOLA! cover. Nobel prize-winning author Mario Vargas Llosa looks longingly at the woman before him, whom we’ll recognize as former Filipino journalist and model Isabel Preysler a.k.a. the woman we wish we’d look like when we’re 60.
The dictionary might give an alluring meaning to it, but ‘socialite’ carries connotations of a materialistic woman who’s fashionably present in all social events, and marries society’s most loaded bachelor for the time being.
If we’re all about norms here, it’s time we update them.
Truth of the matter
As in the curious case of Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders, Isabel begets the bias for ditching social courtesy as we completely forget that Mario is his own home’s wrecker. ICYMI: He was no victim. He was a consenting (married!) adult in a romance that is, you know, a two-sided thing.
The thing with messy love triangles that involve married men is that all respect is lost for the supposedly seductive female sex. Isabel’s silence is considered wise, only because we thought it fit for somebody who stooped this low. For a socialite like her, it was a disgraceful move.