In a nutshell with a bunch of nuts:
Bethenny Frankel may be the winner when it comes to the best famewhore war, but she also wins as the biggest bitch. Sneaky and acidic, Bethenny has something to say about everything and everyone, disguised in little witticisms. On her Bravo blog, or, as I call it, Disclaimer Central, she pretends to like Jill’s apartment. Bethenny, we all know Liberace is dead.
Jill’s apartment is psycho-crazy. I had an aunt who decorated like this. You could go into her kitchen and get dizzy. And the POP occasional tables? Jill never heard of less is more. Who ever heard of a gay husband who couldn’t dress, dance or decorate? Brad is not Dwight Eubanks.
The dis-Countess was all kinds of wrong with those young girls. Sure, Bravo set up the meeting, but they could have chosen the self-made one, Bethenny. At least she would have been funny, in her own way. Ever heard of a Countess? Hell no, bitch, we’re in America.
Kelly? She’s just an idiot. Offering up ex-hubby, Gil Bensimon to Jill for the charity was good. Bethenny in this weeks blog says she didn’t follow through.
Ramona and Mario are extremely competitive. I am so over that boring ass tennis match with Simon and Jill. Please don’t do this again, Bravo TV. Bethenny was so into setting up Ramona, not so much different than the “"Naked Wasted" episode on The Real Housewives of Orange County.
But with so much more class. Yeah, right.
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