I don't wanna reveal too much considering the fact that Aija takes a lot of hints from here, but I see some women like her in the type of events she'd probably aspire to go to.
The moment they open their mouths and speak through those hemorrhoid lips, sadly, everyone knows exactly why they're there. Nobody will say anything to their faces, but they'll politely and slowly leave that table to network/converse with someone with whom they could talk about something else than plastic surgery. Aija's often end up alone, snapping pictures, apart from the one-off creepy old married dude for company.
Aija clearly has no idea about what the Old Money circles in Europe value. Those with money to burn are impressed by things that money cannot buy, rather than the other way around. Status symbols are work ethic, impeccable academic or professional success, reputation, creativity, and a legacy -- none of which Aija has.
I'm telling this to her followers: If you followed her advice and ended up in some genuine society event by chance, you'd humiliate yourself. People will most likely be polite to you and smile, but I can promise on the life of my beloved dog that there'll be some gossip about that ridiculous plastic lady and how the hell did she end up there.
I'm sorry, Aija. I applaud your courage to go to places out of your comfort zone, both intellectually and financially, but you don't belong. You're trying, but memorizing a few things about art or horses sounds exactly as wonky and as desperate as your fake wardrobe for people you want to impress.
People who can tell, tell. And with you, it's at the first millisecond.
