The gossipeuse and the leather strop you saw dining at a not-so-good Mexican restaurant in Murray Hill the other day were actually famous people. Yes you spotted them, and they were grand doyenne Liz Smith and a Real Housewife of New York, the ruined Kelly Killoren Bensimon.
Between the sizzlin' fajitas and fun-time 'ritas, Kells and Liz managed to have a serious conversation about how it's everyone's fault but Kelly's that she came off like a hideous beast on her first (and, one hopes, last) season of the Bravo reality gurgle.
I am an aspirational kind of girl. The "Housewives" show was an opportunity for me. In only three months, however, I became a household name, a favorite of Page Six and all the tabloid magazines. They see me as a bitchy socialite, a bad girl from the Country Club set. But the hardest thing in life is to be true to oneself. And I have a great family backing me up – an older sister, a twin brother and my parents in Illinois.
1) She is not a household name. I mean, maybe in her own household. Like, her kids know her name. So maybe that's what she meant.
2) A "bad girl from the Country Club set" implies that she's interesting, when in fact she's just dumb and boring. I would kill (almost literally) for a "bad girl from the Country Club set" to be on RHoNYC. But Kelly Beensomeone is not that character. Even if she tries to convince us for thirty-five agonizing minutes that she is.
Anyway, tin Lizzie found out that we were watching her:
Kelly and I sat down in my apartment building in the celebrated El Rio Grande restaurant for a chat and by two o'clock PM the same afternoon, with nobody on our side calling in, we turned up on Gawker.com as lunching and "having a business meeting." There wasn't much business to it; just two longtime girlfriends chatting.
Ah yes! Two longtime girlfriends chatting, no business aloud!, and then later the conversation ends up on an old lady website. America, ladies and gentlemen.