Bethenny's OC Blog

NYC Housewife Bethenny Frankel weighs in on the Gretchen/Ryan debacle.

on Jan 14, 2009

I was chomping at the bit to review this one. Bravo didn't send me this week's episode early, most likely because they justifiably didn't want any of this drama to leak.

Now, let's get down to it. First of all, as far as the absurd etiquette lesson goes, the "etiquette expert" was slouching. Second of all, gag me with a salad fork. In this financial climate, I'm sure people are spending their money to learn how and from which corner to pick up a napkin. Back on planet earth, we are happy when someone has the napkin on their lap and avoids stuffing it in their shirt. This etiquette nonsense is absurd.

Furthermore, (and I'm prefacing this by saying that Tamra is officially my favorite housewife right now) Tamra doesn't need an etiquette class. If she stopped grabbing her husband's Christmas bells and stopped referring to his pubic hair that would be a nice start. Also, wearing a skirt that is longer than her tampon string wouldn't hurt either. Kidding aside, she is entertaining and I love her one-liners. Her position on this series is secure.

Down to that teenage callgirl of a daughter that Lynne has. I watched with Jill Zarin and we both agree that if Ally ever dared to act remotely similar, she would be dragged by her hair down First Avenue in Manhattan. Sell that car and put the money towards finishing school. The bowling alley, the smoking and drinking was a disgrace. To that point, I like that Tamra keeps her children out of the spotlight where they should be.

I thought that the setup for Tamra's party was great. I used to be in event production, and I really thought the table looked beautiful. Simon was irritating her in the planning, but I thought his suggestions were helpful. The wardrobe on all of the women was HORRID and hurt my feelings - Tamra needs to rethink that green monster of a silk shirt during the interview section. Been there done that. When I look at some of the outfits I've dared to wear, I cringe. Hindsight is 20/20.