I met Marysol at Versailles to catch up and thought it was important to tell her that her business was under attack. As someone who has built and struggled to maintain a business herself, I am particularly sensitive to anyone attempting to ruin somebody’s professional reputation. Even if you think that a job (which was done pro-bono, by the way) was not up to your exceedingly high standards, continuing to discuss your dissatisfaction with everyone with whom you come in contact is just, well, cruel. Moreover, in my book, it is tantamount to bullying and not at all befitting a “philanthropist” and so-called “pillar of our community.” In fact, because of that, you have an even greater responsibility to sensor your comments to avoid causing more damage than necessary.
There is nothing wrong with marrying a “rich guy.” It certainly relieves you of some of the concerns that plague those of us who have more limited resources with which to pay mortgages, cars, college tuition, etc. That is not to say that Lea has never supported herself or that she doesn’t have those same financial obligations. However, her lifestyle indicates that she does not live with the same pressures or concerns that perhaps someone like me or Marysol do. We depend on our reputations so that our businesses thrive and we can continue to support ourselves and those who depend on us. There is something about Marysol that says “underdog” to me, and something about the situation with Lea and James that screams injustice. It is only natural that I try to help.
I loved the scene with my girls. I held my breath waiting for some horribly inappropriate thing to come out of Beba’s mouth and thankfully it did not! Yeah, she subtly called Rodolfo’s penis an “enchilada,” but it was very subtle. At least she didn’t call it a “chalupa,” because everyone knows chalupas are big. Sorry, couldn’t help it -- serious blogging makes me uncomfortable.
My friend Romina is much more than a stylist, she is a fashion expert and consultant, who appears regularly on CNN and interviews some of the most important designers in the world. I do not consider myself a “fashionista,” in fact, I do not believe that can be a self-appointed title. Someone has to dub you that in order for you to describe yourself that way. But alas, no one has. I like fashion as much as the next gal, but I am no slave to it. I think I know what works on me and my “Latina curves” and I embrace it. But Romi thinks I’m too regimented and conservative, so she urges me to think outside the box and try new looks. It is always fun when she comes over, and this time was no exception, especially with the girls’ rendition of the tango! Ultimately, my style can’t be too boring if Kati and Beba are always trying to steal my clothes, right?