Song of the Self-Entitled

I hear it in lines at stores in the Hamptons. I hear as reservations are being argued over in tony New York restaurants. I'm sure if I lived in LA I'd hear it a lot.

But the fact is, sometime, somewhere, saying, "Don't you know who I am?" must have worked. Otherwise, why would we hear it so much?

Personally, I'd need proof that it worked, though, because every time I've seen the line used it resulted in every person within earshot thinking, what a douche.

(Pardon the language, but there was no other word in the English language that seemed to quite convey the proper meaning.)

So it comes is no surprise that Dominque Strauss-Kahn, who seems to already wrapped up the Self-Entitled Man of the Year award, (allegedly) barked "Don't you know who I am!" to the poor African cleaning lady as he attempted to rape her.

If it weren't so tragic it would be hysterical on multiple levels. The woman is poor immigrant from the obscure country of Guinea. The odds of her even knowing what the IMF is seem remote, let alone knowing which officious bureaucrat is currently running the place. Hell, I follow this stuff, and I couldn't have told you.

And what if she had known? Ah, yes, I know who you are. You are a very important man. Please rape me now.

And today it comes out that DSK's cronies are trying to bribe the woman's family back in Guinea to get her to drop the charges. Let's pray it doesn't work, because it just might.