Anna Wintour Says There Was A Time When She Couldn’t Afford Attending The Met Gala Dinner
Sometimes people have been wealthy for so long (or all their lives, in this case) that they think they’re saying things we can relate to. But in reality, their words sound like thousand-dollar tears being wiped away by hundred-dollar handkerchiefs. Because the majority of us will never be able to attend the Met Gala, yet innovative ice queen Anna Wintour has been a staple for decades. And Anna recalls a time many moons ago when the Gala was split between a cocktail reception and dinner. However, Anna also recounts how the waitstaff would immediately snatch the unfinished glass of Perrier from her thirsty hands and say, “Take yo’ broke ass home,” because she didn’t have enough money for the cocktail reception and the dinner.
With Spring finally arriving, it’s almost time for May’s Met Gala to put New York City in a chokehold as rich artsy fartsy types don ridiculous outfits before eating tiny morsels of meat and six corn kernels at a seated dinner. Anna has become the unofficial mascot for the event; however, during an interview on the Table For Two with Bruce Bozzi podcast (via Entertainment Tonight), Anna reveals there was a time when she could only scrounge up enough coins for the first part of the evening. I would assume in her world, it’s the equivalent of only being able to afford the burger but not having enough for the fries and soda to make it a true combo meal.
“I had been aware of The Met and the work that they did when I was first living in New York and was a Junior Editor at New York Magazine,” Wintour said. “I remember going to The Met when I was there… and just being awed by what Mrs. Vreeland had done. It just seemed it was the most glamourous evening I’d ever been at.”
Glamourous as it was, Wintour wasn’t able to attend the event in full. “I didn’t go to the dinner. I couldn’t afford to go to the dinner,” she recalled. “I was just at the cocktails.”
And look at where you are now! You’ve come a long way, baby, from gingerly sipping on your drink, awaiting the moment they toss you out to becoming the HBIC, mocking poor fashion choices while everyone curtsies as soon as you enter the room. Anna, you could have kept this story to yourself because whether you were just having a quick sip or an entire chat and chew…you were there. And you’re still there. Next time you want to admit something we can relate to, tell us about when you stubbed your toe in the middle of the night and almost dropped to the floor in blinding pain. Because most of us have been there many, many times.