Fabiola Fugacasa

On one hand, socialite Fabiola Beracasa must be deeply enjoying what a TOTAL TRAINWRECK follow socialite Tinsley Mortimer’s new reality show High Society has turned out to be. I mean, that thing has surely proven to be the fatal knife into any social standing Tinsley actually had with actual New York “society” because it is SERIOUSLY UNSEEMLY and EMBARRASSING and also poorly constructed. Much like Fab’s outfit:

Okay, in fairness, Fab’s outfit looks well-constructed. But the UNSEEMLY stands. Still, if I had to choose between wearing this particular ensemble out and about every day of my life, or, like Tinsley, being the EP of a show in which I was filmed acting friendly toward with someone (another “socialite,’ Jules Kirby, who I suspect is not a socialite as much as she is just a spoiled brat with some cash) who announced (ON CAMERA) that she used the n-word and thought it should be okay to do so and then explained that she didn’t socialize with anyone who wasn’t white, thin and straight, I would HAPPILY wear this outfit. I would, in fact, wear it right over to Jules Kirby’s house, where I would even more happily KICK HER ASS for being A DEPLORABLE HUMAN BEING. Y’all know that I am not someone who moans about how reality TV is ruining society: I LOVE reality TV. Hello, did you see ALT on ANTM? DELIGHTFUL. But High Society is giving too much camera time to someone who, if she would a fictional character, would surely find herself under a speeding train at the end of the season to the cheers of the four people still watching. I’ll take a bizarro sheer quasi-catsuit ANY DAY.