One of Those Things

So I'm sitting here, slack-jawed, reading a news accounts of the IMF managing director who has been accused of sexual assault and I click over to his Wikipedia page and see that the popular press (in France, I guess) refers to him as DSK, which reminds me of BHL, which in turns reminds me of this pointless NYT article about Tina Brown (who thinks that Bret Easton Ellis qualifies as a "new writer"), which includes this passage:

As her guests said goodbye, Brown and Evans looked eager to get their furniture back. Suddenly the French philosopher Bernard-Henri Lévy wafted in, dressed in black and trailing a cloud of cologne and his mistress, Daphne Guinness, who was wearing a revealing black cat suit and heelless Alexander McQueen platform shoes. Lévy was fresh from Paris, where, he proceeded to tell Brown and a few stragglers, he had just single-handedly persuaded his old friend President Nicolas Sarkozy to go to war against Col. Muammar el Qaddafi of Libya. (A few days later, Steven Erlanger of The New York Times reported that this had, improbably enough, been the case.)

And I wonder two things:

First, why the hell are the women with whom people like BHL step out on their wives invariably heiresses, and, second, when are all these damn people going to be loaded onto tumbrels and marched to the scaffolds?

Sheesh.