

GET A KICK START ON MARCH! We have three bottles (that have been sitting tantalizingly on my desk for the past week!) of Bethenny Frankel’s Skinnygirl Margarita Mix and three copies of her new recipe book The Skinnygirl Dish: Easy Recipes for Your Naturally Thin Life that we’re giving away all week on twitter. If you’re not following us yet, now’s the time to start!
At the beginning of February, Kelly and Casey trekked over to the Prudential Center to interview the pseudo-housewife of our hearts Bethenny Frankel (don’t worry, Jill Zarin’s in there too), who was slingin’ Pepperidge Farm Deli Flats sammies to the passers-by. I don’t know if she had served pita bread to one homeless man too many or if homegirl’s comprehensive worldview is just really that repellent but she SHOT DOWN 80% of Kelly’s questions which is as hilarious as it is ballsy.
So, this got me thinking and now I am ENDLESSLY fascinated by this woman—she’s like this wondrous creature that exists to keep people like Simon and Alex McCord at bay and I’d stake my life on the fact that if the Housewives were Rappers she’d be Lil’ Wayne. Evidence: You’d have to be crazy to challenge her to a fight—look at those legs, girl is SCRAPPY; they’re both skinny minnies; they both have seen horrors we will never experience (seeing Alex and Simon, together, in any sort of romantic capacity and gang warfare, respectively) and deep, deep down in both of their muscular chests, there lies the soul of a poet.
Before immersing yourself in the Tao of Frankel remember: she’s not terse per se, Queen B is obviously just getting Shakespearean on us (“Brevity is the soul of wit”). Her tactic of masquerading brusque comments as actual answers is imploring us, as readers, to look for the deeper subtext of her words just like Weezy does.
B, never apologize for your concise and forceful nature. Being thug means never having to say you’re sorry. Weezy* taught us that. Check out the interview here.
xo heather
*Okay, I know that U-Turn said it in that episode of Weeds but you know that’s got to be Weezy’s mantra. Don’t fight me on this one.