Farewell Bethenny – Ode to a Legend

Though I despise the term “guilty pleasure” (you enjoy something but feel bad about it? What a waste! ), I definitely have interests that I don’t necessarily advertise to people I don’t consider close friends. My distaste for pants once safely in my apartment, for example. Or my enjoyment of geeky economic data. Even with those embarrassments, my love of The Real Housewives of New York City ranks highest (previously) among my closest secrets. I decided that I had to come out to mourn the loss of one of the series’ greats: Bethenny Frankel.

The PETA friendly attitude is just icing on this sarcastic cake.

Frankel, before she was the author of the highly questionable diet book “Naturally Thin” and star of Bethenny Getting Married, was the catty voice of relative reason on three seasons of the Real Housewives of New York City. Throughout each episode of excess and obliviousness, Bethenny would chime in with a clever observation or quip about one of her vapid costars.

My love for Frankel first bloomed as I watched her sip a water and calmly watch the as the ever-psychotic Kelly Bensimon (for whom the second Google auto search option is “Kelly Bensimon crazy”) completely imploded at frat-tastic Brass Monkey in Manhattan. Demonstrating not only immense self-control, but also incredible comic timing, Frankel somehow managed to be funnier than Bensimon’s hand symbols showing her height, inexplicably above Frankel.

You can feel the hate. And it’s amazing.

Since that outburst, Bensimon’s antics have provides frequent fodder for Frankel’s wit. l

Then there was the Halloween party that left her skating through Times Square which was just one of the greatest things ever.

with a puppy! I’m in heaven.

Despite her emotionally questionable behavior in the last season, and the terribly self-indulgent spin-off about her wedding and moving apartments, I will miss Bethenny as the Real Housewives continue on their journey to whatever Utopia they are searching for – the Hamptons, St. Thomas, Connecticut, whatevs. Though I will never tire of watching Alex and Simon flitter through the city in ridiculous clothes and acting better than everyone, I can’t say that I will be tuning in next season. Without the snark and sass of Bethenny to keep them in line, or at least make them funny, I simply can’t take the rest of those people.

*By Jesy, who thinks “75 degrees and sunny” should count as a weather related work absence.

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