Face To Face

JUST GOT BACK from meeting my nephew and his girlfriend on the West Side. We walked up Amsterdam from 66th Street, up to about 80th, then I left them back down near 63rd Street. About 5 minutes after leaving them, around 2:00 pm, I had my first post-Thanksgiving celebrity spotting, if indeed that so-called Jungle Lady with the real bad plastic surgery qualifies as one. I was walking near 57th Street and 8th when I spotted her walking in my direction. The word that came to mind was "Sad!" She had a hood on and was understandably in the process of drawing it closer around her infamous visage. I know there are probably hundreds of rich women in that area walking around wearing the results of grotesque plastic surgery disasters, but trust me: this was the face that launched a thousand tabloid covers just a few years ago.

I just Wikipedia'd her case. Her name is apparently Jocelyn Wildenstein, she had the work done so her husband wouldn't leave her, which he did anyway, and the result is a Twilight Zone episode come to life. She spent like 4 mil on her new mug, then got tens of millions of dollars, give or take a buck, in the divorce proceedings, and then pawned another 10 mil in jewelry for some shopping money. Wikipedia confirmed that she still lives in New York. So that was her. Damn, maybe I should have chatted her up. It's not like I'm doing any better with the so-called normal, non-Lion Woman-looking female population in this kooky town.