Like all good entrepreneurs who have exhausted every other income/product stream (I mean seriously? there is Skinnygirl deli meat now), Bethenny Frankel must now write children’s books. What a weird way for her to go- for someone who is so OBSESSED with her “brand,” which is basically aggressive female hysteria and low-cal booze- a super girly kids book?
Even though I think the original Skinnygirl margarita is too sour and best in very small doses (much like Bethenny herself), I thought that the white peach version might actually be delicious. It sounds so refreshing and summer-y, right? After all, I did genuinely like the Skinnygirl White Cranberry Cosmo, even though that was mostly due to the fact that it just looked like straight up water (#tricky) so maybe the peach version of the marg would be surprisingly delicious? Continue reading
Bethenny Frankel is a lot of things: intense, booze maven, amateur sleuth (don’t let it be about Tom!), batshit crazy, and, of course, skinny. A collection of workout DVDs is very on brand for her and you know Bethenny doesn’t do anything that doesn’t make her the moneys. She says that she maintains her figure from doing yoga, so I thought I would give one of her workouts a try. Body by Bethenny is a 40 minute yoga series, a short weight routine and a “booty bonus” (I can’t imagine what the marketing meetings for workout DVDs are like. How many synonyms can you possibly come up with for butt, tone and lean?) Continue reading
As we have all probably noticed on this season of Real Housewives of New York, Bethenny Frankel has a LOT of Skinnygirl products. Like a LOT. And apparently she insists on them being in frame in every single shot of her on camera. Whether it’s indirectly claiming that Dorinda and her stainmaster sweaty beau, dry cleaning sorcerer to the stars, John, have a cocaine problem to tearily shrieking at everyone around her that SOMEONE (cough, a producer, cough) sent her evidence of Tom cheating on LuAnn, Bethenny makes for damn sure that there is at the very least an empty Skinnygirl margarita bottle rolling around nearby.
So even after Bethenny’s TERRIBLE Skinnygirl Cocktail book failed me miserably, I decided to give ol’ BFrank another chance and decided to go with her pre-made drinks this time. I am basically Mother, er SAINT Teresa with my infinite patience and second-chance giving. Or a total boozehound, but you know, whatever.
ONTO THE DRINKS!
Even though I am not the biggest fan of Skinnygirl Margaritas (SO freaking sour, but not bad if you add a bunch of other stuff to it, much like Bethenny herself), but this book actually looked kind of interesting. It’s summer and I love a fun cocktail, so why the hell not?
Like the third installment of a reunion from RHONY, we are almost to the end, y’all. When we left off, Bethenny was telling us to get a life and be a well-rounded person, but on for yo’ mans. Next, she goes through relationship milestones and how to measure where you stand with your guy. Which, again, is one part makes sense to two parts crazy. Which, essentially, is a skinnygirlfriend recipe.
Oh Bethenny Frankel… I can’t quit you. Or decide if I like you. I used to love you, when you were the heart and soul of RHONY and were hilarious and vulnerable. Then you made a shitload of money, went (still going!) through a horrible divorce and seemed to morph into the most bitter, hateful and neurotic woman to ever grace a Real Housewives franchise. PLUS you went for Erika Jayne on last season’s RHOBH. That won you cool points with ABSOLUTELY NO ONE.