The divas & demigods who stride past long lines to a club's entrance, make kissy-kissy with the bouncer, who enrages all of those standing in line by opening the velvet rope for them and them alone; they who waltz through the doors with a wave to the girl who charges everyone else twenty bucks; the upper-echelon fops and dandies and chippies; what is it that makes them so special? Who bestowed upon them the right to look with contempt and condescension upon people superior to them in all the ways that matter? Me, that's who. And I sit back and smile at the Lisas and the Heathers and the Sergios and Brads, the divas and the demigods, the upper-echelon fops and dandies and chippies, as they boast and pose and sympathize with each other for being an endangered species. An endangered species? I beg to differ.