Here's my take on the Christina Ambers thing. For the unknowing, this is the woman who married her doorman at some ritzy upper East side apartment, apparently, causing a stir among her neighbors and co-op board (or whoever) who are aghast at the peasantry now roaming freely about the halls.
ooh-la-la-loco.
Now, to me, there's nothing wrong here in principle. In fact to find this controversy remarkable at all you'd have to be somewhat of an inert classist to some degree. Lo and behold, that includes most of us or at least enough of us that a major New York City newspaper figures it a great story. But in principle, I strive to say let live and let live.
What does bother me is that the woman in this case seems to have a penchant for "revenge by circumstance". When I read the first story, this thought crossed my mind somewhat in fleet and yet I was willing to give the situation a benevolent benefit of the doubt. However, when I read the most recent update, my suspicions took front and center. It turns out that she had done this before with another doorman in another building, going so far as to cajole him into wearing a fake wedding ring - just to really rub in the ruse.
So now I think she's bats. Highly regarded for my delusional belief in my own ability to assess the psychological underpinnings of any situation, I conclude as follows: This woman hits a limit with people, and, in response, she retaliates in satirically elaborate ways that only become possible by mix of slightly elevated IQ points, money, looks, and, yes, a plumb penchant for low-grade sociopathy. Any time a woman gives up her body as ammunition or for strategic maneuvering that doesn't involve a paycheck from MI-5 or the CIA, you've got a woman with issues. Which is not to say she can't still be adorable.
In this case I'd say it's all pretty effective and maybe even a bit comedic. The guy wins because, hey, he's a doorman who gets to go home to someone of her caliber every night. Why, even if she's using him he's opt to shrug it off when she eventually, somehow, reveals her true crazy-lady-like motivation to show Ethel down the hall a thing or two with her ex-doorman as the loud clunker she rides home in every night. After all, we men are pigs if not pig beautiful.
But I'll be kind. My guess is that they are both in on this as a lark with benefits, together, and that TV, movies, book deals, and all that, will be forthcoming. This, whereas, the lawsuit itself Ambers is filing against her neighbors for harrassing her about her "choice", will likely fall apart.
