Real "Housewives" of NYC - Part the Second

Ok, maybe this is the DVR version of live blogging but I can't resist.  Another priceless Countess Moment this week.  The Countess went to Brooklyn (oh my god, she was slumming) to a Girl's Club to teach the 'Smart Girls' about self esteem.

Sadly, before she could begin her schtick, the actual teacher had planned an exercise where each of the girl's wrote at least five things they liked about themselves.  The Countess of course participated and ran out of paper making her list.

1.  The Countess likes that she's 'likable',  Where is she likable? I don't want to go there.

2. The Countess likes that she's 'funny, because (she) likes to tell jokes."  Again, who thinks she's funny?  Laughable, but certainly not funny.

3. The Countess likes that she's 'organized'.  She says this with a crazy-assed scary-eye look.  Monitor the woman's intake of substances made with beans that are grown in South America.

Not five seconds later it starts. 'Do you know anything about me? I'm a countess." Sweet Mother of God what is it with the title, woman?  While some girls' eyes glaze over and other girls' eyes roll uncontrollably, she goes on and on about her (soon-to-be-ex. See Ethiopian sexpot in the previous post) husband's family and the Suez Canal and how he's related to the Statue of Liberty, blah, blah, blah.

After asking them what they would like to do with their lives, she belittles their answers, calling a girl who wants to be a babysitter, 'cute'.  A very overweight 10-year-old who wants to be a model is told that she will certainly be tall enough and has a beautiful face and that the 'losing weight part' is 'easy.' Really? Is it easy?

I never knew the true meaning of 'stunningly oblivious' until the next scene where she blatantly played to racial stereotype by mentioning that she noticed a gym on the way in and of course since the girls like to play basketball, she'd love to go on down to the gym and shoot some hoops with them - which she does - in stilettos - that probably cost what those kids' parents make in a month.

In the face time she reflects that the girls really appreciated her taking time out of her day to spend a few minutes with them to 'help' them.  I feel for those poor girls.  They had to endure an hour of hell with this woman for the sake of TV.  But seriously, there no end to the awfulness that is The Countess?