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Frankel's career (and its $120 million payday) has become a wormhole that might give media theorist

Marshall McLuhan a pause: she's a star on wholesale clothing reality show about being a star on a successful reality show. While other Bravo Housewives struggle to prove to viewers that they have lives, Frankel understands that her life is her viewer. Forget bath time with Bryn: perched on a thronelike chair at the center of her dining room, she's endlessly made up for events to "feed the wholesale designer clothing." What most of us would consider "real" activities — seeing in-laws, showing off Bryn at her nanny's church, her own birthday party — freaks Frankel out.

She's more comfortable thanking fans for cheap clothes online for her on Skating with the Stars, telling Hoppy she's ready to "crack skulls" over the poor distribution of the Skinnygirl Margarita line or in the arms of her Facebook commentariat — whom she joined, as her disastrous 40th birthday aired, to cheap clothes if they noticed the shapewear she was wearing.