I never thought that I’d write a post about Jill Zarin. I figured that, since she was no longer a Bravo Housewife, she would return to her real life and enjoy the things she had without the spotlight. It looks like I was hoping for too much.
Before and since the premiere of this season of The Real Housewives of New York City, Jill has been on some sort of campaign to convince Bravo and her fans that she is the necessary element, now missing from this franchise. At first it seemed to be some silliness on her part – Jill being Jill, if you will. She is famous for being infamous. Hours were spent on Twitter, as she told anyone who was reading, about how fabulous her life was, even if that meant sharing the fact that she had spent the day in bed, watching marathon sessions of “Law & Order” reruns. For a very long time, I haven’t been able to follow her tweets since I, like many others, was blocked from entering her account. I don’t even remember what it was that offended her, but her assistant, Maggie, saw to it that I was never to darken her Twitter door again.
Now I’m left with reading about her on other blogs, including her own. Hers is particularly fascinating, in some dark and sad way. She has taken to following the Bravo blog rules – that no comments will be allowed unless they include the words – like, love, adore, and we miss you and want you back. It’s become apparent that she has shielded herself from any negative voices, preferring to live in her own delusions of what was once her percieved visions of grandeur. I’m not totally convinced that she isn’t writing those things to herself. She’s been caught at it before, with Amazongate and on Twitter. When others attempted to address it, asking her to explain, her response was to block them, deny it and strike out with vicious counter attacks.
At one point, Jill’s shenanigans provided a little giggle now and then, but it doesn’t seem so funny anymore. Tuesday, a deleted blog by Jill, from her own website, began to circulate throughout the internet.* It rambled on and on about everything from the new cast of her former show to explaining how Patrick Duffy negotiated a raise to return to the series “Dallas”. It wasn’t quite on the same level as The Unabomber’s Manifesto, but it was certainly enough to give one pause. You can’t help but wonder if she is writing these things, still in bed in her pajamas, with only Ginger by her side – maybe to hit that delete key.
I know very little about psychological disorders, and, unlike Dr. Drew, I wouldn’t even venture a guess about what she is suffering from without having even met her. What I can see is someone who, through her writings and recently erratic and embarrassing behaviors, is simply falling apart at the seams. I’m not defending her. I, quite frankly, don’t like her and I thought that the way she spoke and acted on the Housewives was, all too often, reprehensible. I just think that she can’t take all of the blame or responsibility for what is happening right now.
She has told us that she and her husband, Bobby, are a loving, devoted and supportive couple. She professes her love for her daughter, her sister and her mother, and that they return that very same love. So, where are they right now? Instead of explaining or excusing her behaviors, or buying her gifts and vacations to simply keep the peace, don’t they all have some duty, some sense of loyalty and kindness to help and support her right now, before she becomes completely unglued?
Bobby is her husband, her partner and supposedly, her best friend. When you take a vow to join another in marriage, it also comes with the responsibility and duty to help your spouse through the darkest of times. Jewelry and ocean cruises don’t do much for a person when they have fallen a little too far into the abyss. There’s a whole group of people who have fallen down on their jobs by allowing Jill to carry on the way she has. Family should look out for one another, and be willing to call someone out when they have gone too far. I know that none of us really know what is going on at their apartment or within the entire family dynamic, but it sure doesn’t look like anyone has stepped up and done the right thing – for her or for themselves.