Vanity Fair magazine has just released a massive and lively new profile of Judi Giuliani that depicts her as a vain social climber. To say the piece doesn't exactly paint a flattering picture is an understatement — indeed, the Mrs. Giuliani of this article practically makes Madame Emma Bovary look reserved and dignified.

It wasn't easy to choose a favorite nugget — there's an endless supply of great moments in the piece — but here's our pick for the best one:

A dramatic transformation has occurred, one she does not care to discuss, despite repeated requests by Vanity Fair. She had always been known as "Judi." "Judi is what she was born. I don't think we called her Judith ever," says her father, Donald Stish, 78, seated on his porch one sultry June day in the shade of a gray metal awning. He is a calm, thick-set man who marvels at his daughter's makeover. After her second divorce, she upgraded herself to "Judith" with such vehemence that, one former Giuliani aide confides, "at City Hall we were prohibited from calling her Judi. She would bawl us out if we did."

The whole thing is here.