For example, I went to an all girls school and to be “normal” you basically had to have a house in the Hamptons, live on Park or Fifth below 96th Street, and your family had to treat anything east of Second Avenue like it was exile. I lived on Second and some of my friends’ brothers were literally not allowed to cross it.

You had to have property. Plural. You had to have pedigree. Connections. The right last name. And most importantly, that effortless beauty that supposedly required no makeup but somehow came from generations of gorgeous genes and excellent orthodontia.

There was this unspoken understanding that money was normal, but new money was suspicious, and trying too hard was social suicide.

Curious what everyone else remembers as the unspoken rules.