Pass the Klonopin

Just watched Part 1 on the "Real Housewives of New York" reunion. It didn't take long to see why this one is going to be a three-hour extravaganza -- you'd need an hour to deal with Jill Zarin's delusions of grandeur and Kelly Killoren Bensimon's psychosis alone. I have to say that watching was not a pleasant experience -- I was tense from beginning to end, palms sweating and neck stiff. But the one thing I will say is that the reunion strips away all the "reality" bullshit and gives us, get this, a real look at the people here. So often, people on reality shows don't say what you know they're thinking. Last night was not that way. Bethenny really impressed me with calling Jill out on her how much she's changed (you can see it just by looking at her incredibly shrinking body), going from a sweet, maternal woman to someone who is obsessed with fame and recognition -- something Mario pointed out long ago. (Jill was so pathetic, sucking up to Bethenny all night, yet still not getting most of what was being said.) Still, as much as I admired the way she handled the situation, I still have absolutely no desire to watch Bethenny's new show. Doesn't Andy Cohen remember what happened when Rhoda finally got her Joe????