A couple of years ago I had bought a book called A Privileged Life: Celebrating Wasp Style
. It was nice and interesting and it has certainly become a classic, none less for its extremely wasp and quite famous cover. It was written by a woman and it celebrated style icons like Lilly Pulitzer and C.Z. Guest
A new and promising book has come up now, on the subject of the vanishing Patrician class. Cheerful Money: Me, My Family, and the Last Days of Wasp Splendor
is written by a ma. It is not painted in Slim Aaron colors. It is rather sepia, actually, and full of White and Christian guilt and self deprecation.it does have its nice moments and an acute sense of humor.
From Vogue's article:
Your full name is at least six syllables, {tick} but you have a clubby nickname like Bootsy or Scrote {God, no!}.
There is really nothing to eat in your fridge, which contains only
marmalade, wilted scallions, out-of-season grapes, seltzer, expired
dairy products, and vodka. Atop the fridge is some chewy or salty or
otherwise challenging snack.
{not quite. freezer is doing OK}
Your desk is accessorized with dry pens from defunct banks, postage
meters for sending first-class letters in 1971, and a classroom’s worth
of wooden rulers.
{now you have me!}
You play a sport, such as crew, polo, sailing, court tennis, paddle
tennis, golf, or skiing, that typically requires a large or intricately
carpentered space unusable for any other purpose, expensive equipment,
and a willingness to endure cold and/or discomfort.{does the treadmill and ab machine count?}
You own a sporting-breed dog, named after a strong liquor.
{no, but I do have acat named after AL (Pacino)}
(For men) You will never experience the pleasures of leather pants or a shark’s tooth on a thong dangling in your chest hair. {not a man}
Your temperament alternates between affable and peevish.{blase}
You don’t articulate your upper body in sections; it moves en masse or not at all.{no, I'm Greek Wasp}
You are slow to pitch in on manual labor and not particularly handy,
though you may pride yourself on the rarely called-for ability to carve
a watermelon into the shape of a whale. {sooo right!}
As a youth, you wore Lacoste shirts in a vibrant effusion of pinks,
yellows, and greens, flipping up the collar points to appear, in
theory, studly.
{yes, still do once a year}
You now wear dull, molting colors of khaki and battleship gray, and tweeds.
{They suit me, all right?}
In winter, you wear down vests and cardigan sweaters over
turtlenecks like an old-time skier (to compensate for setting the
thermostat at 60°).
{Can't kick old habits}
Your guest room features hand irons for doorstops, ladder-backed
chairs with suspect caning, and change dishes inscribed with French
sayings—ne parlez pas d’amour—faites le!—and filled with safety pins
and bobby pins and orphaned screws.
{the works!}
You are reserved upon first meeting, used to being told you are
intimidating, and slow to depend on people because you hate being
disappointed. This has often led people to read you as aloof or smug.
{always. I'm a mommie-made snob}
Your tableware consists of anything that abhors the dishwasher:
gold-rimmed chargers, etched-crystal wineglasses, pedestaled fruit
plates, egg spoons of translucent horn.
{I love mil's silver}
You subscribe to the belief that you don’t have to do anything you
don’t feel like doing in order to establish your financial security,
because there will eventually be some sort of inheritance to tide you
along.
{one must never lose hope}
You are fiercely—but privately—emotional.
{I am a A Room With a View
fan}
Your written correspondence is laden with plus signs and ampersands,
their deployment suggesting the management of untold complexities
unbearably tedious to relate.
{you get a picture}
No matter how down in the dumps you are, you respond to “How are you?” with a reflexive “Tip-top!”
{Chin up, my friend!}
Have Fun!
deals with, who else but Mrs Obama. 
. It is the least I can do for a woman of such expensive taste, who, according to Huffington Post has received $1.25 million advance from HarperCollins for her upcoming memoir.