Intelligent, classy, confident, rich, popular, sexy, aggressive, ambitious, cultured- these are merely a few of the distinguishing characteristics of High Society and of the Ivy League’s ruling elites.
Beyond the Hollywood surrealism of “The Skulls” and “Dead Poet’s Society”, beyond the fantasies of state school attendees, and much to the chagrin of the lower classes, such people do exist. They are us. We are them. We are The Ivy Club.
At University, we ruled the social scene on our respective Ivy League campuses. Upon graduating, we became the leaders of tomorrow and today, serving as Presidents, Vice Presidents, Managing Directors, CEO’s, CFO’s and COO’s of multinational financial institutions and within the United States’ government. To this day, whenever we enter a room, everyone takes notice. We present ourselves everywhere as if we own the place; quite frankly, we often do. Eagerly accepted elitism is born anew and finds a justifiable home in our personages and lives.
The bottom line? Whether they are comfortable admitting it or not, everyone wants to be just like us. They know it. We know it. Membership is rarely attained and scarcely extended. Nonetheless, secretly or publicly, one and all aspire to join The Ivy Club.
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