Cashmere Mafia
The New York of the fabulously wealthy once again graces our eyeballs with its presence, as Mia the Fendi Yeti and her brain surgeon jog through Central Park and make a date for a booty call (which - does it count as a booty call if it's scheduled? Just asking.)
More »
Oh, how I missed my crazy beeyotches last week. (The ones on the show, too! Ba dum bum.) But in catching up with last week's Cashmere Mafia, I was relieved to find that no metallic or neon orange went unworn, no bad decisions unmade, no painfully bad male actor unmacked upon - even by the lesbian!
More »
I can admit it, I'm not the target audience for Cashmere Mafia. Maybe that's why I don't quite understand the show, its characters, or their predicaments.
More »
Last week, wealthy women all over New York asserted their independence and her cleavage, while Mia comes to terms with her split from Jack and Caitlin comes to terms with her...gaiety?
More »
New York is gorgeous when seen by limo, isn't it? Sigh. Zoe gives her husband child-care instructions, indicating the apparent absence of a new nanny. Because really, why else would a man on this show be involved in rearing his own children?
More »
OMG so far this is the best opening scene of a television show. Ever. There is more Hermes in Juliet's closet than in an actual Hermes boutique.
More »

