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The Real Estalker: Real Estate Porn for All!

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As everyone knows, the New York Times only recognizes a trend when it has a) long ago passed into common knowledge, and thus is no longer a trend and/or b) long ago died a natural death.

Today's Times notesthat people covet houses, and that those people may even stalk those houses, keeping tabs on how the lucky owners screw up the works with, say, a gaggle of gnomes on the lovely lawn. That's hardly news. But the one way this piece redeems itself is by pointing the reader to The Real Estalker.

The Real Estalker's persona is that of a chatty, catty and perhaps Southern lady with a husband ("Dr. Cooter") and two dachsunds (the "bitches," Linda and Beverly) who screens the listings while constantly monitoring the airwaves for weird and interesting high end real estate. Her comments are nasty and hilarious, and she often recommends that homeowners hire a "nice gay decorator" to save them from awful decor. Because, as you'll see on this blog, you may be able to buy a multimillion dollar spread, but that doesn't guarantee that you have a lick of good taste.

Lately, the Real Estalker has been posting photos of the Suzanne Saperstein manse in Holmby Hills, a nightmarish version of Versailles for the low low price of $125 million. That's the screening room (not a funeral parlor) above, with the ballroom (love that ceiling!) below.

The Real Estalker's glimpse into the lavish and garish mansions on either coast may make you thankful that you have more sense than money....or may just convince you that you need to hire a nice gay decorator!

Photos of the Saperstein mansion from The Real Estalker.

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