Ai-je vous offenser?…

Because that is the only explanation I can think of for this weekend’s cover story. Because… Really? I mean REALLY? This is the topic of the Sunday Style Section? And before I fly off the handle of my newly purchased stainless steel WOK– Let me assure you that I did, in fact, read the article. People saw me reading it… They commented that I was reading it. I even allowed James Gandolfini into my head to narrate while I was reading it. So, having a vast knowledge of said article, and if I may be so bold….. Why did you bother writing it?

Because, life isn’t getting any easier for any of us. There’s stuff that has to get done each and every day… Important stuff– like turning hand cream bottles upside down to ensure that every drop of lotion is accounted for… Avoiding the ice cream truck that strategically parks itself at the beach upon exit, drying hydrangeas, tomato ripening….BUBBLE CATCHING…. You name it, and it was worth more of my time than reading this article. And, to add insult to the injury that was already oozing with assorted variations of noxious slime, it wasn’t even really about anything. It basically said, this woman is doing this and she doesn’t have any talent — even her own DAD agrees that she’s no big deal. And then — not to shed bad light on the subject matter, but you take her and place her at her Father’s house, next to a pile of rubbish, on the front page. In color. I know you weren’t dealing with a brain surgeon on this one, but you could have at least given her a chance, right? Unless you were trying to make me feel sorry for her… in which case, you should have put her in Congress or a room of polygamists or something more… unique.

But whatever. I’m not harboring ill against this person. She might be very nice and I’m sure would LOVE to give me the time of day… but really. New York City is a fashion mecca… and, I know, it is the middle of the summer when most of you city folk are here where I live, making for all too interesting fun and games. But, really? There wasn’t anything else STYLE related going on–IN THE WORLD–that you could think of? Because I know you’re not Vogue or W or MARTHA — but what the hell, TRY. I expect more from you, AND I just bought 2 semi-identical little black dresses.. one designer, one knock off and SUPER cute shoes… THAT is WAY bigger news than this.  Not to mention my vintage lady glove collection and the fact that I have designed every other third brand in the Hamptons… YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. ME. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABOUT ME. But what did she have to lose here? Letting you write an article telling the world that although she really isn’t anything to WRITE about, you were doing it anyway… because she’s playing the fame game and seems to be winning? Maybe. And maybe she’s standing out from the pile of rubbish…  Just one more step for womankind… Because those of us that try really hard should start to consider the alternatives.

So, for whatever I did to make you feel that I needed to know all of this stuff about this woman that really turns out to be a big hat box full of nothing much, I’m sorry. Hopefully you will consider this sincere and on bended knee. Maybe next week, as I sit to relax with family and my oh so soothing cup of ginger peach green tea with the slightest bit of lemon…maybe you’ll take it upon yourself to write about something that I can walk away thinking about. Because obviously, this article had no reaction from me.

XOXO
Ry