Who the hell do you think you are, not paying enough attention to Ainsley Kerr? The well-capitalized publisher behind Toro Magazine’s web resurrection, William Morassutti, knows his socialite history: “For one thing, just look at the alarming suicide rate: Ethel du Pont, Frances Ford Seymour, Kiki Preston and Winifred Rockefeller Emeny are just a few of the upper-class women who’ve taken their own lives.” Does this suggest Kerr’s next big boldface will be occurring soon on the obituary pages? Well, based on those objecting to catty comments about her, she is going to kill herself with kindness! Not that this year was easy: she went through an “extremely tough breakup” — that’d be with Degrassi lifer Stefan Brogren – and lost her job as an event planner for luxury destination weddings whilst angling to get a Toronto iteration of a The Hills-type show on MTV. And even though her Toro Q&A is titled “The Socialite” she is on the record saying that she doesn’t want to be called that: “The one thing that bothers me about the word, socialite, is that most people think that socialites are wealthy men and women who have nothing better to do then than sit around and attend events. This is quite the contrary! Most socialites I know (Toronto or elsewhere) are some of the busiest people I know!,” she told Final Fashion blogger Danielle Meder. “We need to learn that rather than to dispose of the word we need adjust to the fact that it’s growing and changing and there is not just one definition for it. I identify with my definition of a socialite; however, I am aware that I may not fit in within everyone’s definition of one.” Case in point, Kerr really wants to be a journalist: “However, I am too chicken to publish anything I write, let alone show it to others,” she reveals to Toro, “so I am always secretly in awe of writers.” And, if she could come back to life (presumably after her socialite suicide) who does she want to be? “One of Valentino’s pugs.”