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First of all: Tessa, this firestorm isn't your fault, nor should you take these comments personally. There was a part of the population that at some point equated Salon with progressive values, and progressive values with class warfare, and it's not your fault if you got on an airplane to Leningrad that you thought was headed for St. Petersburg.
Maybe readers here ought to consider the value of Tessa's honesty, rather than attack her social status. After all, better for the wealthy to be open about their foibles; it reminds us that we all share the same problems, no matter what strata we (troll) in.
That said, I see in this piece something resonant in all classes, in all relationships. Boyfriends ghetto and avant-garde are equally fickle. Ultimately, it's not a problem of parsing substances (it's just as likely the alcohol worked on the gent in question as did the Ambien) -- it's a problem of what feminists call "disposable relationships" and Mick Jagger called an average tuesday night. Men are built for mass breeding; maintaining our sexual interest amounts to threatening our evolutionary success, and smart girls dig this intuitively. That's not to say there's no such thing as love; but if you can find a guy to cuddle with, who cares what drugs he's on? One thing's for sure: He's not cuddling with you unless he's already high on testosterone. And once that blows off, you'd better think the guy you're with is an exceptionally good human being as a whole, or else he's just gonna screw you over, under whatever intellectual justification his social class affords him.
