This book was so disappointing I don’t even know where to begin. It pictures the saddest, most insecure and futile image of a person I’ve ever seen. It’s all about “what will others think about you” and “will doing this reduce my popularity?” one example? “(…)Do not give your finger to others while driving. You never know who this person is, and you might have just given the finger to your interviewer”. Sure. We all know etiquette isn’t about being polite and dignifying yourself by treating others with dignity. It’s all about taking advantage somehow.

This isn’t an actual etiquette book. I can count on my fingers the amount of actual etiquette tips I could extract. This seems to have been written by a frustrate high schooler.

Now, you must be thinking; ‘Oh, but that’s because you don’t understand Beverly Hills!’. Sir/madam, with all the respect, I live in one of the most exclusive communities of the world in which Ferraris and mansions aren’t a big deal. I understand that wherever we live there will always be superficial people who care more about their outfit than if they have a nasty attitude. It doesn’t mean these people are role models. The author constantly says there is always someone “alpha” wherever we are and she gives us tips to impress/not upset them. The level of obsession with being accepted into a group made essentially of superficial people is so high it’s hard to believe a grown up woman wrote it.

All the advices are just about looks even if it contradicts principles of elegance, such as “In Beverly Hills dressing down is what really draws attention. If you leave your house wearing ripped jeans, flip flops and sweatshirts people will think you’re trying to avoid paparazzi”. Do I need to keep giving examples of how ridiculous this book is?

Extra credit! (Dis)honorable mentions: 1-So many drugs references like it’s a cool thing. Sure, let’s drive our Mercedes and do Xanax. Because drug jokes are so classy and appropriate in a book about etiquette AND

2- Talking about Mercedes, the author seems to have an obsession about mentioning brand names. We get it, you’re trying to be the cool kid. But throwing brand names like it’s a big deal just shows best case scenario how unused to money you are. Worst case scenario how much you feel the need to brag in order to feel better about your life. Utterly sad on both cases.

Conclusion: If you don’t live in Beverly Hills, skip this book and save your money. If you live in Beverly Hills, skip this book and save your money (and sense of dignity).