When Teresa Heinz Kerry, as she is now known, first slipped into the public consciousness, we were titillated by the promise of unique copy to come. Here was an older, sophisticated woman, cushioned by enormous wealth and, we hoped, possessed of a grand personal style.
A tip-off to the potential for delicious indiscretion came from Lisa DePaulo’s interview in Elle magazine. There Heinz Kerry blithely nattered on about a prenup with her second husband, her Botox injections, and how she would happily remove a husband’s dangly bits if she caught him cheating. The interview caused a sensation. Reporters drooled at the possibility of future features and flashes. We pictured Kerry’s staff calling out for cardiac paddles just to get through the primaries. Here at last was a flamboyant, carefree spirit who could not be tamed; this was going to be better than Martha Mitchell swilling Jack Daniel’s on a 2 a.m. phone call. Teresa unplugged was going to be fun. But, as we have sadly come to see, not fun enough.
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