FTFA: She took a dim view of a society figure who became depressed and threw himself out of the window at his host's chateau, landing in the moat (so that it was a long time before his body was found). Declaring this to be bad manners because lunch had been delayed, she added: "Listen. If you want to die, there are plenty of places in the world where you can go . You go to Dubrovnik, you put on a moustache and you say you're a Croat. Someone will certainly kill you."

Luckily, she never pursued a career in diplomacy.

TheDumbBlonde: I would have loved to party with that whore. She sounds like she was a riot.

She sounds like my mom.

She seems like kind of a slut. I wonder if there are any pictures of her as a young woman...

Biatch she might have been, but I'd have partied with that lady any day.

Wow. The Royals are just like Hollywood, except less plastic and more boring.

Coelacanth: TheDumbBlonde: I would have loved to party with that whore. She sounds like she was a riot.

She sounds like my mom.

This woman was a saint compared to your mom.
/dirty, dirty whore that mother of yours is.

Thread is worthless without pics of young, hot Princesse Ghislaine de Polignac.

Wait, the star wars kid died?

Did they bury her in a Y-shaped casket?

Is that a name or are you taking your finals at Hogwarts?

wambu: Thread is worthless without pics of young, hot Princesse Ghislaine de Polignac.

Best I could do is this drawing from 1957. No doubt someone else could do better.
http://www.alejovidalquadras.com/137.htm(pops)

AtlanticCoast63: Biatch she might have been, but I'd have partied with that lady any day.

My parent's neighbor, Evelyn, was about 70 when I first met her. Evelyn was probably the most fun-loving person I've ever met. She and Princesse Ghislaine de Polignac sound like they were separated at birth.

Funny. A high society lady sleeps around for fun and she's a great character, but you have a an average woman sleep around like that and she's a slut and a tramp.

FSTFKL: wambu: Thread is worthless without pics of young, hot Princesse Ghislaine de Polignac.

Best I could do is this drawing from 1957. No doubt someone else could do better.
http://www.alejovidalquadras.com/137.htm(pops)

That certainly captures the biatch in her

I recall one of my many dalliances with the Princess de Polignac. Once we were having lunch at Pierre's on the Seine. It was one of those occasions wherein an event turned into an experience. For the lady, I had ordered escargot. Marcel was prompt in his delivery, as I recall, and the Princess de Polignac remarked on his somewhat peculiar gait. There was a tale that he had been injured in the war, but this seemed to me more of a triviality than a badge; nonetheless, his espirit de corps in the service of Pierre was unmatched. The Princess and I then spent the better part of the hour giving the other guests fanciful nicknames based on their appearance and demeanor, thus "Handlebar Longnose" and "The Velveteen Tittybag". Oh we had laughed and laughed and laughed at these descriptions as if they were straight from a Dickens' novel, until at last the Princess let out one long solid wet fart from her esteemed bottom. Marcel was prompt, as usual, with the eau de parfum and an apertif.

She wasn't royal despite the title. The Polignacs were in tight with the Bourbon kings, and a few lost their heads along with Louis and Marie-Antoinette.

That said, to have that delicious obit once one's gone... woooo!!

//highnesses? serene highnesses? forget
///wiki will tell if interested

so fabulously douchey!

Bartleby the Scrivener



Oh, how droll!

Princess who of the what, now?
I thought we were done with the whole royalty thing?
heh.

Actually, I've known a few princesses along the way, but unfortunately they've all been the snowflake kind, not the whorey, regal, and rich kind.

Bartleby the Scrivener: I recall one of my many dalliances with the Princess de Polignac. Once we were having lunch at Pierre's on the Seine. It was one of those occasions wherein an event turned into an experience. For the lady, I had ordered escargot. Marcel was prompt in his delivery, as I recall, and the Princess de Polignac remarked on his somewhat peculiar gait. There was a tale that he had been injured in the war, but this seemed to me more of a triviality than a badge; nonetheless, his espirit de corps in the service of Pierre was unmatched. The Princess and I then spent the better part of the hour giving the other guests fanciful nicknames based on their appearance and demeanor, thus "Handlebar Longnose" and "The Velveteen Tittybag". Oh we had laughed and laughed and laughed at these descriptions as if they were straight from a Dickens' novel, until at last the Princess let out one long solid wet fart from her esteemed bottom. Marcel was prompt, as usual, with the eau de parfum and an apertif.

Bravo!!!

/"Handlebar Longnose" is an euphemism for another part of my anatomy.

Who wants to bet she was golden above and below...yeah yeah, that's kind of a gross thing to say, but she sounds like she applied her skills both social and boudoir quite well. Touche' and RIP.

She sounds cool. Peel me a grape, darling, and call the count. I'm in the mood for something big tonight.
/I bet she had a great weekend in Monte Carlo with the most interesting man in the world.

Take away the name-drops, and you can write a similar obit for just about anyone in the developed world.

skinink: Funny. A high society lady sleeps around for fun and she's a great character, but you have a an average woman sleep around like that and she's a slut and a tramp.

No visible unicorn tats or overt references to BJ's or anal. See the differnce? A classy slut, but she was DTF.

"A sadder but wiser girl for me." -- Prof. Harold Hill

AtlanticCoast63: Biatch she might have been, but I'd have partied with that lady any day.

Sounds like that was her whole life. I just love people like that--they have no real purpose in life, so they just exist on manufactured drama.

Too bad us peons have to suck it up and forgo all the drama so that we can afford to put food on the table. It's easy to be "controversial" if you have plenty of money.

Ah what a wonderful life.

emersonbiggins: FSTFKL: wambu: Thread is worthless without pics of young, hot Princesse Ghislaine de Polignac.

Best I could do is this drawing from 1957. No doubt someone else could do better.
http://www.alejovidalquadras.com/137.htm(pops)

That certainly captures the biatch in her

Well, she did have a long, elegant neck -- the better to look down on you bourgeoisie and to gave up at powerful, rich, aristocock

Well, she did have a long, elegant neck -- the better to look down on you bourgeoisie and to gave gaze up at powerful, rich, aristocock

fffm (ugh)

Uuuui what a scandalist.

She once wrote a rude poem entitled: "Advice to a foreigner on how to succeed in Paris", which ended with a line about Pamela Harriman: "C'est chez Pam qu'on va baiser."

Translation: "For a fark, you go to Pam's." Stay classy, aristocrat.

drkleindmd:
This woman was a saint compared to your mom.
/dirty, dirty whore that mother of yours is.

Please note that I'm not disputing that.

DNRTFO

I loved this from the comments:


paulthorgan
Today 07:59

I think her worth was in rewarding or helping certain worthy individuals in a highly familiar fashion.

...think of it as the lament or loss of a treasured Bugatti, which after all is a good ride.

swahnhennessy: Take away the name-drops, and you can write a similar obit for just about anyone in the developed world.

Pretty much. Some social climbing chick farks her way through life, and is lucky enough to have men who don't care that she farks her way through life instead of beating her ass. Bully for her. There are AIDS ridden street prostitutes who can claim the same thing, though.


The big thing is that she's not even a real princess.

FTFA: "Polignac divorced Ghislaine in November 1946 and afterwards went to court to try to prevent her from using the princely title; he lost, and she remained Princesse de Polignac to her dying day."

What the fark? How did he lose? Was she farking the judges? I mean, shiat, Princess Diana lost a title and she was WAY more important to the good of humanity than this broad. A title doesn't make one regal.

"...poor girl to have to crawl back to Rheims, tail gripped between those ungovernable legs."

Brilliant.

- Married at age 20, in 1939.
- Had 4 kids in 5 years.
- Divorced after 6+ years, in 1946.

Hubby got the kids so she social-butterflied for 65 years?

Must be a record.

/Gold Medal in the Royal Society Olympics?
//It all started while WWII was underway; nice to have priorities.
///Did her kids ever see her again?

"A real society biatch"= euphemism for "exactly what I'd be if I could pull off that act" in societyspeak.

With no money or connections, I see her peddling her ass on the street for a little while, but not for long. I think she'd either end up as that era's Heidi Fleiss, or she'd let some nouveau riche sap client "save" her on her way back up.

/Sunday at noon, on the Lifetime Channel.

nanim: - Married at age 20, in 1939.
- Had 4 kids in 5 years.
- Divorced after 6+ years, in 1946.

Hubby got the kids so she social-butterflied for 65 years?

Must be a record.

/Gold Medal in the Royal Society Olympics?
//It all started while WWII was underway; nice to have priorities.
///Did her kids ever see her again?


As much as she farked around, were they even his kids?

I got bored and couldn't read the whole thing. I got that she was a princess and a slut. Is there anything else I have to know?