I’ve reflected on how to comment on the return of Bethenny Frankel to the Real Housewives of New York. Most of us hold Mizz Frankel in ambivalence and can all generally agree that last season of RHNY sucked pinot. Therefore her return is in many ways much welcomed. In response to her comeback episode, “Poor Little Rich Girl” has been the standard refrain from both mainstream and independent media. Certainly, I get why the shrill multimillionaire appears unsympathetic to most. She’s rich as fuck and skinny as fuck and those two qualities together are just too much good fortunate for most people to swallow without a bitter chaser of jealousy. I understand her frustration. I wouldn’t want my ex living in apartment I paid for, gutted, and designed to my specific taste. However, I would have the good sense not to ball my eyes out to Fredrik Eklund on national television over the private matter. I guess that what makes me discreet and Bethenny good television. Vast personal fortune notwithstanding, doesn’t she seem desperately lonely? The only people around her she either gave birth to or are on the payroll. During her dizzying ascent, she’s alienated nearly everyone. Furthermore, it’s tragic she’s recreating the same chaos in her daughter’s life that she experienced as a kid. And even though she has no business giving advice on relationships, I’ll still probably read her dumb new book out of pure curiosity. That’s the magic of Bethenny. Love her or hate her, we’re always interested in her next move (to SoHo when the renovations are complete).