A friend asks why I’m being so hard on “journalists” who attended Steve Schwarzman’s birthday party while their lessers were penned outside like the penurious ink-stained wretches many of them likely are. I refer her and you to Charlotte Curtis, the late bright star writer and editor of the New York Times Style section in the days when it was called the marshmallow section but was actually as sharp as the scalpel Curtis was said to wield in place of a pen, cutting her subjects so fine they didn’t know they were bleeding. Curtis once told me she always brought her notebook to parties and wouldn’t go if it wasn’t welcome. Do yourself a favor and find her book, The Rich and Other Atrocities, to see what “society journalism” used to be like before invitations became a more important ‘get’ than information.