There has not been a second that’s passed this week that I have not been thinking about Jill Zarin’s appearance on Below Deck. Well, there was that earthquake, during which I briefly thought, “This is not the apartment I want to die in!” But once the earth stopped shaking and I officially became a *survivor*, it was back to Jill.

There are many elements juggled in Below Deck that contribute to it being the singular Bravo show that husbands willingly watch with their wives. There’s the petty work drama between the staff, the sexy relationship drama between the staff, and the general hotness of the staff. But a key element is the weekly side plot of the privileged charter guests being obnoxious and demanding. I imagine it would be very fun to be so rich and entitled that you get to be an absolute asshole while having the opportunity to be catered to hand and foot while riding a boat through paradise. But, as a consolation to us poors, it’s almost as fun to watch people behave like that and judge them.

The difference this week is that we were familiar with the person we were judging.

Former Real Housewives of New York City star Jill Zarin’s time on Below Deck should be studied. It is a masterclass in delusion. It is the rare instance of a person having such a lack of self-awareness that the........

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