Is her infamous Gatecrasher photo with President Obama. (AP)
The newest city to be humiliated by the bottom feeders known as “Real Housewives” is Washington, DC.
But, as low on the social scale as they already are, this latest crop of knuckleheads has nowhere to go but further down — if possible.
Why? Because “The Real Houswives of DC” is as racially-insensitive a group as I’ve ever seen on TV. Yes, despite all the hoopla about White House party-crashers Michaele and Tareq Salahi, their actual idiocy pales next to some of the other “Housewives.”
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First shocker is Mary Schmidt Amons, “granddaughter of Arthur Godfrey, the legendary TV personality,” she tells us. She sits the one African-American “Housewife,” Stacie Scott Turner, who has an MBA from Harvard, next to a black hairdresser at a party and declares in a drunken slur, “Salons need to integrate! We have different hair . . . but why should we have different salons?”
We don’t, drunkie. Ever hear of the Civil Rights Act?
Then there’s newly-arrived Brit “Cat” Ommanney, who came to DC to be with her new husband. He’s a White House photographer who is friendly with his boss, President Barack Obama, whom she accuses of having no class because he didn’t RSVP to their wedding. Oil crisis anyone?
She also makes fun of Tyra Banks, imitating her in an offensive accent, saying: “You ain’t got it goin’ on babah! I should git your ass home!” Yikes.
For weird, there’s Lynda Erikiletian, who owns “the top modeling agency in DC.”
Who needs models in DC, you might wonder. “We cater to the ambassadors and dignitaries,” she tells us. What? Do any of those dignitaries go by the moniker “Client 9?”
Finally, there’s pathetic, anorexic-looking, Michaele Salahi, who has lied about almost everything, including her and her husband’s social status. Tonight she organizes a charity polo match that leaves us wondering, “What if you threw a polo match and nobody but nobodies showed up?”
These “Housewives,” like their counterparts in other cities, are a bunch of lushes — and not of the “ious” kind.
They show up at each other’s houses before noon in cocktail dresses and start drinking. Maybe they should stop calling the liquor stores and call AA? Or the NAACP.