Speaking of a hot tranny mess insert Alex McCord from The Real Housewives of New York City. She needs two things: a hairbrush and Invisalign. Frizzed out hair and snaggle teeth are not features on a face of high society, my dear. And stand up straight, your posture is horrendous.
Ok, let me rant for a bit more: Alex and her Aussi husband, with really bad taste in clothes I might add, live in Brooklyn with their two young sons, Francois and Johan, because god forbids the cultured class to live in the suburbs. She makes a comment that only privileged people live in the city. I like the city, too, but I don’t knock suburban life. Maybe you want to live on 15-acres instead of in a 15-square-foot closet?
This former “model”, keyword: former, tries so hard to fit into the upper echelon of New York City society she almost seems unreal. I’m disgusted just by looking at her horse of a face.
Here are some of the highlights that tick me off:
Neither her or her husband are French, yet they have a live-in Au Pair that only speaks French in hopes that their children become bilingual. It would be a “disservice” to your kids to only teach them English, says Alex in episode one.
They only vacation in places where her very heterosexual husband “wink” can where Speedos, such as St. Barths or any other French speaking island.
They drop $250,000 at a boutique only to bring home a few ghastly-looking outfits that further prove their complete lack of fashion sense, even though they are self-proclaimed fashion connoisseurs.
See, if you’re going to wear a designer’s clothes at least do them the favor of looking presentable in their garb. Look the part of high society if you’re going to taut yourself as part of the elite class.
And I’m so grossed out by the fact that she can’t decide whether or not to put her poor son, who’s going to get his ass kicked in junior high with that name, in violin class at age 5 or 6 because attending the opera may interfere with his teachings. Aww, what a dilemma. I wish you can hear the sarcasm in my voice.
You know, when these brats get older they’re going to completely rebel and turn out to be French-speaking coke dealers who smuggle drugs from South America in violin cases, or some craziness like that. And I will be laaaaughing….
Please note that this photo was taken a fashion show she attended where a professional stylist did her hair and makeup. So you can only imagine what she looks like freshed face without makeup. Can we say, “hot tranny mess”?
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