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Now, without any formal acknowledgement of the union from Wintour or other leadership, many of those same employees will be forced to work the MET Gala—an exhibition of elitism that’s not just torture for us plebians without healthcare and a will to live to witness, but hell for the workers who are either covering it or working as on-site organizers and assistants.

“While the cameras are pointed at the red carpet, there are countless invisible hands making sure every moment goes off without a hitch. These are freelancers, assistants, and producers who work tirelessly starting months before events like the Met Gala but receive no spotlight or recognition for their work. It’s the universal Condé experience on an even larger, more intense scale, proving that there would be no Conde Nast—or Met Gala—without us.” the union captioned a mock-Vogue cover on Instagram.

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Additionally, it noted that while many employees will be working overtime tonight to ensure all-night news coverage and the type of content we all love to hate-consume, they won’t actually be compensated for any of it.

At least it would appear that Condé Nast and Vogue did their research in accurately portraying the Gilded Age. Encouraging the obscenely wealthy of today to cosplay as the obscenely wealthy of over a century’s past as worker uprisings continue across the country—very much like they did during that time period—and just one day after Worker’s Day? That’s downright fucked up.

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Let it be known that it was in the midst of the Gilded Age that industrial capitalism became responsible not only for the United States’ booming economy, but truly brutal conditions for workers. Between 1881 and 1900, 35,000 workers per year lost their lives in industrial or related accidents at work, and strikes were so recurrent that an estimated 100,000 workers went on strike every year. In fact, two of the most significant strikes in American history—the Homestead Strike (1892) and the Pullman Strike (1894)—took place between the supposed glitz and glamour of the Gilded Age. Both were as bloody as the red carpet—not that I’m giving anyone any ideas!

Will any of this be mentioned during tonight’s proceedings? Probably not! Will I watch anyway? Sadly, yes. Zendaya may not be present, but I’m holding out hope for that thematic “dichotomy” to manifest epically in the fashion. And no, not on a too-literal gown worn by a politician.