It’s easy for me to say that I enjoy Bethenny Frankel‘s bluntness, because, you know, I never actually have to sit face-to-face with Bethenny Frankel. But, when it comes to Real Housewives of New York each week, she keeps me on the edge of my seat. Which is more than I can say about the past six months of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
In her blog, Bethenny defends her “at least you know where you stand with me” approach to life, but she also acknowledges that she was out of line Jules Wainstein‘s brunch.
“I am a reality star on a reality show. Bravo asked me to return because they feel that I am honest, direct, and don’t manufacture drama or edit myself. This episode is a brutally honest example of that. I always say: You may not like me, but you know you’re getting the truth. I will forever stand by my tagline,” says Bethenny. “You will also see that if I say or see something, it usually comes to fruition, often before the audience or the other Housewives see it. Please refer to my eight years on reality television.”
Bethenny told us over and over again how cool her party was supposed to be – hot dogs! s’mores! Moscow Mules! Skinnygirl coffee cups! Yet, there for the grace of ungainliness go John, Dorinda Medley‘s boyfriend, a fetid protrusion who dropped a big old stink over the party, thus ruining it for The Big B. Her poor friend Carole Radziwill was equally besieged – the ghost of Countesses Past trailing her through the party seeking absolution? Resolution? Nah – actually a casually polite conversation.
It was a crisp, cool day and that something in the air was pervasive. I don’t think it was the smell of wienies roasting, but that was happening too (metaphor alert!). Pre-party, Dorinda gave John a Cliffs Notes course on etiquette and ran through How To Apologize flashcards to prepare him for seeing Bethenny, but there is no turning back time there. Some stains just simply will not budge – John apparently being one of them!
The first question from a viewer asks why Carole won’t accept Luann’s apology? “She didn’t apologize and this scene was eight months after she said lots of really nasty stuff, crazy misogynistic stuff.” Andy asks Carole if she said nasty stuff, too? “I didn’t. With these women you need evidence, I wish I had brought all of her Tweets and interviews. It’s one thing to say you don’t like my boyfriend or something but she was age-shaming, she was female-bashing. That kind of misogynistic bullshit. You don’t need to hear it from not only a woman, but someone you considered a friend.”
Carole and Jules had a ‘bonding moment’ over being the two skinniest girls in the room at Dorinda Medley’s bra party, but Carole isn’t buying Jules’ claims that she comes by her thinness naturally! Carole is confused about Jules defense being that she gets her period every day.
“Huh?” wonders Carole. “It’s kind of like hearing a friend you suspect drinks too much say, ‘What? I don’t drink too much, I never even black out.’ Ummm, okay.”
Amid the the center of the giant fall-out about Dorinda Medley‘s relationship, is the 20-year friendship of Dorinda and Ramona Singer. But are they truly that close?! Not according to Sonja Morgan, who hints that the ladies may be lying about their level of friendship!
Dorinda admits right out of the gate that she’s struggling to explain her thoughts after this week’s episode, “I’m having a really hard time putting my feelings into words this week. I still can’t really believe what happened and have had to watch it three times just to get my head around it.”
Of course, Bethenny is the queen of “I told you so,” and she’s also still wary of new addition Jules Wainstein. Someone younger and skinnier? She must be horrendous! (At least according to the laws of Skinnygirl).
Except before John even arrived, the ladies were having trouble keeping their opinions to themselves.
Poor Jules got quite an initiation attending her first RHONY party. She believed Dorinda Medley invited her to shop for lingerie, but quickly learned that was merely a scantily clad covering for drama! “One minute you’re the hostess… next, you’re NOT the mostest,” muses Jules.