I’m on the front page? Like, I don’t even have a publicist yet!
Here’s how self-avowed wealthy college brat Rachael Sacks responded Saturday after her online essay, “I’m Not Going to Pretend That I’m Poor to be Accepted by You,” earned her Page One notoriety in the best paper in town.
“I don’t even have a publicist yet,” exclaimed Sacks, whose doctor dad back home in Maryland is footing all her bills as she pursues a writing degree at the New School.
“Maybe I’ll get a publicist, I don’t know,” she mused holding up The Post and smiling as she flipped the bird to haters. “People are suggesting that to me.”
Sacks, 20, sparked an Internet rage fest when she penned a sophomoric essay about how all the rest of us will just have to live with her being a pampered daddy’s girl.
“I am sorry that I was born into great financial circumstances and my father likes to provide for me,” she had snarked in the web-zine Thought Catalog. “I am sorry I don’t have to go to a state school to save my parents money. What do you want from me?”
On Saturday, standing at the entrance of her daddy-funded Christopher Street apartment, Sacks vamped — all the while protesting that she really, really doesn’t want all this attention.
“I got calls from my family saying I was in all these different papers,” she said. “Everyone said it’s not that surprising because of who you are.”
In addition to a publicist, a stylist would have come in handy as well, she noted.
“O-M-G, I look ridiculous,” she said of her front page photo. “I look so bad. I was really unprepared. Oh, I look disgusting, whatever.
“Most other people at this level of fame get a hair and makeup team. I apparently don’t,” she whined.
“Like, if you’re going to get photographed for something, they like have someone like fix your hair and maybe fix your makeup. Not me,” she complained.
“I get all the ugly. I’m a normal person. This is ugly normal people right now,” she joked, gesturing to her front page.
Besides, she’s not that rich, Sacks insisted — daddy won’t even give her a credit card, she said, preferring instead to subsidize her by cash and check.
“I don’t think I’m even i’m the one percent. Maybe I’m in the ten percent,” she mused.
Asked if she is worried daddy might someday cut her off, she said, “Oh totally. Totally. Totally. He’s probably going to cut me off in a couple years.”
When that day comes, she’ll just “go to a grad school that basically pays for probably 75 percent of what everything is.”
Uh, and where might that be?
“I don’t know,” Sacks conceded. “Wherever will take me.”