Real Housewives of New York City
“I never used to watch the shows either,” Ramona Singer confided in The Observer last night outside of Sway, referring to the other Real Housewives incarnations.
We had just admitted that this Monday will be our initiation to The Real Housewives genre, when the fifth season premieres with three new cast members. It wasn’t that the show was bad, we told her. We just didn’t like television that had a lot of confrontation. It made us anxious.
“Totally. Do you know when I originally auditioned for the show, it was supposed to be called Manhattan Moms?” Ms. Singer confided. “When I was told about the name I was like, ‘You have to be kidding me.’ Then I started to watch the other versions, and I swear I lost five pounds before filming.”
“I’m going to only take a few minutes of your time. So shut up!”
Last night, at the St. Regis rooftop ballroom, Dame Barbara Taylor Bradford took the role of emcee to new levels of Britishness when the post-dinner chatter became too much. Such brusqueness may have raised a few eyebrows at other galas, but she is a Dame, and after all, this was to fight cancer. The room duly obeyed.
The cause was, for the most part, the focus of the American Cancer Society’s inaugural Birthday Bash (in past years, called the “Celebration of Life,” the name change heralding the Society’s 100th birthday next year). The end of the spring gala season seemed to have left some guests a bit tired and chatty, with the auction drawing few bidders. But later requests for straight-up donations to the Society’s Hope Lodge—no VIP Giants tickets included—was heeded by many. And the dance floor was full to the brim when the band played “Staying Alive,” which we presume was in homage to Robin Gibb.